LITMIR.BIZ

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so loud. I believe she has a concussion.”

      “Annja.” The first voice was softer now.

      Annja blinked, saw the bright light of the gray sky and closed her eyes again, groaning as she did so.

      “Annja. Can you hear me?” Bob’s voice sounded as if he might break out sobbing at any moment.

      “Unfortunately,” she mumbled.

      She heard Gregor chuckle. “Is good sign. She has sense of humor. That tells me she is not too badly broken.”

      Annja opened her eyes again. “Speak for yourself. I feel like crap.”

      Gulliver shook his head. “My God, when you went over the side of the hill…I thought you were a goner.”

      “So did I,” she said.

      Gregor frowned. “You should be dead.”

      Annja smirked. “That was subtle.”

      He held up his hands. “Forgive me, it’s just that you fell so far it is truly a marvel that you are still alive.”

      Bob moved away and nodded for Gregor to move in closer. “Check her for broken bones, will you?”

      “Hey—” Annja protested.

      Bob held up his hand. “Annja, please. Humor me, will you? Gregor has some medical training and knows how to look for these things.”

      Annja felt Gregor put his hands behind her neck and then feel his way down the center of her back, pause briefly at her buttocks, and then continue down her legs. Then he ran his hands down her arms and finally peered into her eyes.

      “Having fun?” she asked.

      He shook his head. “No broken bones.”

      Gulliver whistled. “That’ll be one hell of a way to start this show off. A dramatic reenactment of you tumbling over the side of the cliff and then emerging unscathed.”

      Annja tried to sit up, but Gregor held her down. “Not yet. Too soon. You rest a few minutes.” He held a water bottle to her lips and Annja took a sip of the cold liquid.

      As soon as she swallowed it, she turned and vomited.

      She wiped her mouth. “Sorry about that, guys.”

      Gregor only nodded. “Concussion.” He looked at Gulliver. “She cannot move too much yet.”

      Gulliver frowned. “As long as she’s not seriously hurt.”

      Gregor shrugged. “We will see. If she falls asleep and never wakes up again, then that is bad sign.”

      Annja sighed. “You don’t say.”

      Gulliver looked around. “Can we make this into a campsite?”

      Gregor nodded. “It will suffice for our needs.”

      Annja threw some pine needles over the small pool of vomit. “Sorry about the smell.”

      Gregor shook his head. “No need. It will dissipate soon enough. You should rest now. I will make the camp.”

      He moved off and Bob knelt in close. “You okay? Seriously?”

      Annja touched her head. “Aside from a raging headache, yeah, I guess so. But what the hell happened up there?”

      Gulliver shook his head. “No idea. One minute everything was fine and the next that monster truck was bearing down on you. I crested the hill and got into a small niche up there for safety. And Gregor was already ahead of me in the safe zone. There was nothing I could do. I felt totally helpless.”

      “You weren’t the only one.”

      He sighed. “I’m terribly sorry to have gotten you into this mess. Christ, you were almost killed! It’s all my fault.”

      Annja tried to smile. “Forget it. Our profession has its share of risks. I’m well aware of what these things entail.”

      “Yeah, but being driven off the side of the hill by a truck isn’t usually one of them, is it?” Bob asked.

      Annja grinned. “You got me there.”

      Gulliver sat back on his haunches and sighed again. “We couldn’t even get a good look at the maniac driving the rig. I was so concerned about you when I saw you go over the side of the cliff. My God, Annja, I thought you were dead.”

      “So did I,” she said. “I guess I had some lucky bounces.”

      Gregor returned, hauling Annja’s bike with him. Annja was surprised. “You found it?”

      “Farther down the slope. It is a little banged up, but otherwise okay. Like its owner, I would say.”

      Annja nodded. “Hell of a bike.”

      Gregor vanished into the woods again. Annja looked at Bob. “You guys rappelled down here?”

      “Gregor always carries rope with him on these trips. He claims it’s one of the most important survival tools you can have. After what happened today, I’m inclined to agree with him.”

      “How long was I out?” Annja asked.

      Gulliver shrugged. “Gregor’s been working on you for almost an hour.”

      “That’s some hired hand you got yourself there, Bob. Guy seems like he can do everything.”

      “Short of stopping a truck,” Bob said with a small smile.

      Gregor returned, his arms laden with branches. He dropped them close to Annja’s feet and then sat down on the ground. Using a large flat stone, he scraped away a portion of the earth and then lined the pit with more rocks. On top of these, he rested a small pile of tinder. Over that, he built a tepee of small twigs for his kindling. When he was satisfied, he stooped low, struck a single match and lit the tinder.

      Flames erupted instantly as the fire ate into the dry tinder and kindling. Gregor added some thicker branches.

      Annja felt the warmth of the fire and sighed once. “A fire is a very nice thing indeed.”

      Gregor smiled. “Warmth. Comfort. And food. These things will make you feel better quicker than anything else.”

      Gulliver opened his hands over the flames and then rubbed them together. “I’m afraid I didn’t pack a tent for this journey. I figured we’d reach our destination and find board there. This side trip has certainly been unexpected.”

      Gregor looked at the sky. “We will need shelter. Tonight it will rain. Possibly it will also snow.”

      “Already?” Bob looked nervous. “I didn’t expect the winter to come down quite so fast.”

      Gregor nodded. “One thing about Siberia. It is impossible to predict her moods. If she wishes to snow, then she will snow. She cares little about the whims of man.” He turned to leave.

      Annja cleared her throat. “Where are you going?”

      Gregor looked back at her and then pointed at Bob. “He says he has not brought a tent. Neither have I. Since we have not brought a shelter, it will be necessary to make one. Otherwise, you will have hypothermia before morning.”

      He vanished into the woods again. Annja glanced at Bob. “Tell me again where exactly you found this guy?”

      “Moscow. He was looking for work and answered my ad for a hired hand. He’s pretty close-lipped about his past. Just what I told you before.”

      “He seems to have a lot of skills for a mafiya enforcer.”

      “Military. He never told me what he did, but I’m guessing special operations. Spetsnaz most likely. Those guys never talk about their past.”

      “Lucky for us, I guess,” Annja said.

      Gulliver

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