Hello,
It's back!! Strike Back premiered Friday night and
had me ready to throw things in the first two minutes of the episode. THAT'S a
good show, folks. LOL
Tonight's post is
inspired by soldiers Stonebridge and Scott. Rip Rafferty is a man who gets shit
done, and Jensen Wallis falls hard for him. Napalm at Night is set on a
different planet, but hopefully has something of a Vietnam War feel to it. I
really wanted the vibe of not knowing exactly why the fight is so important.
Here's the tagline:
Napalm at night is dangerous stuff. Jensen Wallis, an
extraordinary helicopter pilot, makes her fair share of early dawn rescues
after enemy forces unleash the potent explosives on her fellow soldiers. She
comes to the aid of Rip Rafferty's squadron and gets them to safety, but not
before the enigmatic man sets her curious nature on fire.
And a sneaky peek…
Jensen landed the chopper, eyes
scanning the dense underbrush for signs of life. Freaked her out when a head
popped up in the open side door.
The mud-covered face spoke.
"I've got five wounded. We have time to get 'em all loaded?"
She stared into the bluest eyes
she'd ever seen, made more so by the dirt and caked on moss adhered to his
skin. Even under all the grime, his chiseled features stood out.
"Lieutenant? Are we clear?
Can I start bringing my men in?" He used her rank, snapping her back to
the matter at hand.
She gave a jerky nod, trying to
calm the rapid staccato of her heart. Good God, five wounded.
He took off, melting into the foliage,
disappearing. She lost track of him completely until he trudged out, carrying a
fallen comrade over his shoulders. She wanted to help get the guy in, but
couldn't leave the controls. If they had to cut loose in a hurry, she'd be more
useful if she stayed put.
A soft thud sounded behind her
and she scanned the area, looking for the soldier. Again she couldn't find him,
his stealth skill better than any she'd ever seen. Blinking, she shook her
head. The guy had two more men, dragging them through the tall grass by their
shirt collars. How the hell he managed when both were prone, she had no clue.
Twisting around, she tried to get a closer look, but could only hear the
rustling sound and grunt when he hefted first one, then the other up into the
chopper.
Quickly facing forward, her gaze
met empty field again. How did he melt into the surroundings? Narrowing her
eyes, she breathed a sigh of relief when he emerged from the shadows, helping
two more soldiers make their way to the copter. Neither looked completely
conscious, but when she glanced back, one got in under his own steam and the
other with a little assistance from his commanding officer. Each man sprawled
where they landed and stayed put.
Her marine climbed up into the
second seat and put the headset on. He winced and dropped his right hand.
She leaned forward and made an
adjustment, catching sight of his wound. "You okay? You're bleeding a lot."
His fingers went to his shoulder.
"It went through. I'll be fine."
He looked pale and
winded—definitely not fine.
She eased the copter off the
ground and headed for the MASH unit. "What the hell happened?"
He stared straight ahead.
"Ambush. We spread out and got caught from both sides." A hard edge
crept into his tone. "Napalm. Got cut off from the rest of the
platoon."
Jensen wanted to hurl after
catching a faint whiff of the unmistakable aroma. "Fuck." She jerked
her head toward the back. "The first one you brought out? He gonna make
it?"
The marine shook his head.
"He's already gone. But I couldn't leave him behind. We were on the other
side of the line."
Her eyes widened. "How far
over?"
He shot her a sideways glance.
"Three clicks."
She barely kept her mouth from
dropping open. "You drug him all the way back?" The guy had to have a
streak of insanity running through him.
He shrugged. "Him. Jeffs,
Martinez, and Lambert. Dobbie crossed under his own steam, but dropped half a
mile back." He winced and applied pressure to his wound.
Jensen huffed out a harsh breath.
"Jesus. Are you human?"
His lips quirked. "I don't
know." His mouth thinned and the life went out of his gaze. "Not sure
I know what that means anymore." He leaned back, his eyes sliding closed.
Jensen concentrated on flying,
leaving him to rest and maybe find some peace.
When she landed, she stayed out
of the way while the men got unloaded. Her marine staggered out of the
helicopter and started heading for the triage unit.
Jensen called out. "Hey,
marine. Didn't catch your name."
He paused and angled his head
around. "Rafferty. Rip Rafferty. Thanks for the lift." He touched two
fingers to his forehead in a salute.
She nodded. "Jensen Wallis.
And you're welcome." She swung back up into the pilot's seat. "Hope
you don't have to hang out here very long."
He lifted a hand and turned back
toward the mobile hospital. Jensen got another call and lifted off to head out
for another run.
She had an eerie feeling she'd be
seeing Rafferty again.
And she totally
will be seeing him again and not under the best circumstances. L
That's it for this
week. Catch everyone on the flip.
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