OUT ON THE WIRE (sequel) O'Brien swore, grimacing. His captain would die for these people. Thoughts conflicted, nobel ones lost. In war, stray bullets found many targets. He raised his browning. Kellar blazed away, oblivious. Without warning, a refugee toppled from the hatch, his head, a scarlet ruin. Simultaneously, agonizing fire ignited Kellar's leg. O'Brien was there in an instant, helping him to safety. Eager hands dragged him aboard. "Sergeant, I told you to leave" The helicopter rose, accelerating skywards. Jefferson: "We left Carter, Sir. He bought it." Kellar's lips twisted grimly. "And one of the locals. We couldn't lose you too." O'Brien said nothing at all.