An infirmary on a military base was a little different than a regular hospital. He should be able to find a doctor, and if not, one would come if called.
“How’s Alegria doing?” asked Doc, coming toward him from the bank of elevators.
“Shaken, but more worried about her father than herself.”
Doc smiled. “Wouldn’t expect anything different from Alegria.”
“As you can imagine, they’re both anxious to get back to Boston.”
“I heard her mother is quite ill.”
Mantis nodded. “I thought I’d see if I could find a doctor…”
“Will a physician’s assistant do?”
“If you can make the decision about whether Pierre can travel, then sure.”
Doc picked up the chart he saw sitting on the desk in the nurse’s station and read it over. “I think he’ll be fine to travel as long as I’m on board with you.”
“How many planes do we have here anyway?”
“What do you mean?”
“How did Pierre and Alegria get here?”
Doc shrugged. “Regardless, we have enough pilots to get us back. Excuse me,” he said when his phone buzzed.
When Mantis turned to walk away, Doc motioned for him to stay.
“Say that again,” he heard him say. “Roger that. Mantis is here. I’ll discuss this with him and get back to you.”
“That was Razor. There’s a situation back in Islamabad. Orlov is dead.”
Mantis raised an eyebrow.
“Dutch took the shot.”
“Then he’s really dead.”
Doc nodded. “Striker is making a deal with Ghafor as we speak.”
“What’s the deal?”
“They’re bringing Kilbourne back. Naturally, Abdul wants something in exchange.”
“What?”
“My guess is money.”
“Is he really in a position to ask for anything?”
“You know him better than the rest of us do. What’s his threat level?”
“To the world?”
Doc nodded. “Is there any reason whatsoever to negotiate with him?”
Mantis scrubbed his face with his hand. “He was the means to an end for me. If you’re asking if I think they should take him out given the opportunity, I’d do it myself if I could be in two places at one time.”