Shortly I had seven attached to the belt and thrown over my shoulder.
On an impulse, I grabbed the tarp that we used to keep flying sand out of the ready ammo.
A direct walk to the north back to Bagdad would take me through the active uprising area.
I probably couldn't get through there alive with an entire company for escort.
Book 1 Proofed and Edited 12/31/11 Nexus nex·us nek-sus - noun, plural nex·us·es - a means of connection; tie; link. This story is in the same Universe as The Hotel, but only touches tangentially on that tale until the very end, although readers of that older story will certainly recognize various major players and locations.
This is a long, seven part story with bondage and female slavery as the context focus - it is Not a page after page masturbation fantasy.
Since I had been standing in the open hatch, I must have been thrown clear on impact.
From the skid marks left by the falling chopper, I knew which way we had come from.
Obviously, back that way would be the bad guys so I needed to get gone in another direction - now!
To the south the terrain looked somewhat more rough, so I headed that way.
Unfortunately, a blind man could follow my footprints in the sand. I continually looked over my shoulder and then around in all directions for any pursuers, but saw no one.
That definitely did not help my splitting head at all. My eyes snapped open again almost with an audible click.