You lay in the water, clutching a gunshot wound in your stomach and bleeding out. You could hear Hesh and Logan as they dragged themselves out of the sinking train car.

You saw movement behind them and tried to call out. "Behind..." You croaked. Neither of them heard you, and you watched in horror as Rorke snatched Logan from behind, dragging him off.

"Logan!" Hesh screamed, his voice raw and agonized. You tried to push toward your feet, but your trembling arms gave out.

Hesh stumbled after them, but he was bleeding too badly to go far, and he collapsed to his knees.

"Logan..." His voice broke, and he slumped into the water, grieving for his little brother.

After a long moment, he rose, turning back to you.

"Hesh... I'm sorry," you mumbled, feeling him pull your arm over his shoulder and drag you to your feet.

"It's not your fault," he said, his voice raspy. His eyes were red-rimmed and blank. "Come on. Let's get you back to base." He stumbled but stayed upright, keeping you on your feet.