I had to move before they sent someone down to finish me off.I hobbled away and found a good hiding place; watched for guys looking to finish me off; ...sed my knife to sharpen a point onto a short stick and waited.It had been daylight for two hours and still nobody was looking for me. I reassessed my injuries; dislocated shoulder painfully snapped back into place, not the first time I had done this and probably not the last either; sprained ankle treated with my nylon belt, used to form a figure. I struggled to focus. Whose face? The roundness of the face swam in focus, never sharp enough for me to see whose face it was! Was it an enemy? The face was brown, very brown. Indian? I couldn’t move a muscle. I couldn’t reach for the ax. My arms wouldn’t obey. I squinted and tried to force my eyes to work. Then a hand reached out and brushed something cold and wet across my brow and, slowly, things started to get an edge and definition. My vision began to clear.There, laying beside me,. ”John sighed. “That brings me to what I wanted to talk about. Yes, the people fucking with us are horrible, evil dudes; who do deserve every bit of our fucking right back. But it looks like we’re stuck without any way back to Earth that doesn’t involve running into a buzz-saw. Or getting captured as soon as we step out of the portal. Right?”Ben and Adam turned to look at Veronyka.She sighed. “Guys, I don’t have a way to use the other portals on Earth, okay? I know where they are, but they. "MacKenna called as halt, waving the men to join them again. She could not tell if the Queen was blushing or in the middle of another crest. "Boyo's, 'er Majesty needs ya' assistance. Majesty, it would probably help if ye' took off ye' kilt."The Queen nodded, unpinning her shoulders and unbuckling her belt. She tried to pull the kilt out from around her and moaned, not trying to hide her crest this time.The men watched, confused. MacKenna helped pull the kilt away, taking the belt and cloak.