Bomb Disposal Elite

The rotation ends at one o'clock in the afternoon, and Scar's squad will take their place.

And this day also happened to be the day of the psychological evaluation.

Dr. Gray was sitting in the office. He thought that his work today would not go well, but unexpectedly, all his clients came to him.

When Hawkins sat in front of him, Dr. Gray had an ominous premonition. Normally, Hawkins came to him on his own initiative, and nothing good would happen.

"Hey, long time no see, Hawkins." Dr. Gray showed a formulaic smile, "How are you doing recently? Do you feel bored and want to vent?"

"Yes, because I'm on duty, so I can't go to him as much as I want." When Hawkins replied, he didn't even blink his eyes.

Dr. Gray coughed, "I'm sure, I can't solve this problem. I believe that with your strong endurance, you don't have any feeling of wanting to commit suicide or want to collapse all those who don't like you?"

"Yes, Andrew and Jill."

"Because they got too close to Sean?" Although Dr. Gray felt that Hawkins was a problem, it was undeniable that sometimes Hawkins' psychological problems were the only joy that the boring Baghdad brought him.

"No, because they like him."

Dr. Gray lowered his eyes. "Hawkins, I can't make them stop liking him. Is there anything else?"

"I met Strong...White's former comrade in arms. Then I started dreaming that before White stepped into the building, I kept yelling at him not to go in, but he couldn't hear him."

"And the result, is it the same as reality?"

Howard Kingston paused for two seconds, "I didn't see the result, Sean shook me awake."

"You guys are doing pretty well, at least he's by your side when you're sleeping."

"Because I don't want to dream about that scene again, I hope that Sean will always be by my side when I fall asleep." Hawkins turned his face sideways, his thoughts seemed to drift through the wall to an inexplicable place.

"Maybe you're having that dream just because you met Strong. Or..."

"Or what?"

"White is the past that you want to grasp but can't do anything about. Now, you still have something you want to grasp, and you feel that you will soon lose it, so this dream may be a warning to yourself from your subconscious." Dr. Gray looked at Hawkins seriously, "Think about it, what exactly do you want?"

"Because I haven't found Montero James?" Howkins frowned, he seemed unsure about the answer.

"I can't answer you, Hawkins." Dr. Gray lowered his head and began to transcribe the psychological evaluation report, "because this is your own answer."

Sean arrived more than an hour after Hawkins left.

"Hello, Sean." Dr. Gray looked at Sean's expression. Most of the time, Sean didn't like Dr. Gray because he could often see through things he didn't want to understand.

"Hello, doctor." Sean confessed to Doctor Gray in order to save time, "So far, I have no suicidal tendencies, no desire to imagine anyone shooting to vent their anger, and I am full of thoughts about the end of the rotation in a few weeks. Hopefully, hopefully, the last two-plus weeks won't be the end of my game."

Dr. Gray pursed his lips: "But all your psychology can't be positive, there is always a negative side."

"Yes... a recruit was killed by a soil bomb two days ago, and I feel sorry for him."

"Of course."

"But it's just a pity." Sean smiled, his expression seemed to say that he didn't understand himself anymore, "If I used to have nightmares, I would want to go to save him like other soldiers instead of shouting Everyone stay where they are, I even wake up and forget about him being blown up right in front of my eyes if no one mentions it."

"You're a veteran, you've been through a lot. You're used to it."

"But I don't want to get used to it." Sean shook his head. "It means I'm numb, doctor. I don't know how much I want to leave Baghdad right now."

Dr. Gray frowned, and he asked the question unnaturally: "What about Hawkins? You don't feel that he is just a comrade in arms, don't you?"

"Yes, I don't feel like he's just a comrade-in-arms, I admit that." Sean smiled. In fact, Hawkins's numbness to life and death was the main reason why he wanted to leave Baghdad.

"By the time you leave Baghdad, you'll probably be back in Special Forces or you'll be on leave for a while, but you won't see Hawkins, he'll be transferred to Sudan, you know."

Sean put his arms on the table and supported his face with his hands, "Doctor, why do I think you miss me and Hawkins so much?"

Dr. Gray didn't expect Sean to see through the guidance he had been giving him all this time, and of course he didn't show any surprise on his face, "Probably because there is a special feeling between you that makes me think that you are good together. Bar."

"What kind of special feeling?" Sean stared at Dr. Gray.

At that moment, Gray's heart trembled. He realized that during this conversation, Sean was turning his back on the customer. If he continued, he was afraid that the conversation between himself and Lieutenant General Hawkins would be tricked out.

"A lot of things are indescribable, you need to experience it yourself."

Sean stood up and shrugged his shoulders towards Dr. Gray, "All in all, I just want to go home. Being here makes me more and more unclear about who I am."

Dr. Gray paused, "You are Sean Ives!"

"I don't know if schizophrenia is included in post-war traumatic disorder." Sean walked out of the office like this.

Dr. Gray frowned. He had a premonition that something was about to explode out of the original track.

And once it breaks out, it is irreversible.

While Gray was in a daze, his cell phone rang.

"Hello, Hawkins? I thought our counseling session was over. Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"What did Sean say?"

Dr. Gray laughed, "Don't worry, he's mentally normal."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and Dr. Gray could only continue to add: "Like every veteran, he longed for the end of his rotation, longed to go home, and resisted numbness."

"It's more than that," Hawkins said.

Dr. Gray lowered his eyes, and he faintly felt that there was something different about Sean from when he came here for consultation, "Then you have to tell me, what aspect are you talking about 'more than'?"

"I... think he's leaving me."

Gray laughed a little, "Haukins, your team's rotation will end in less than three weeks. He will return to the United States and you will be transferred to Sudan. You will be temporarily separated."

Hawkins' fingers tightened on the phone. "Leave Baghdad and I'll lose him."

"Then go find him again and catch him. Isn't this a very simple matter?"

"Okay." Hawkins hung up the phone.

Not long after Xiao En returned to the dormitory, Lieutenant Colonel Shehir, the person in charge of the EOD, called him to the office.

This is the first time he had a face-to-face conversation with Shehir. Although it is not nervous, because Sean should have performed well in the past 80 days since he came to Baghdad, but he was curious. What did the other party want to tell him? What, could it be that the psychological evaluation failed?

Shehir is very friendly.If Howkins is now a legend in the EOD work, so was Shehir ten years ago. He dismantled some explosives that were rare at that time but are often encountered now.

"Please sit down, Sergeant Elvis. This is just a very ordinary consultation conversation." Seeing Sean's straight salute, Shehir smiled and asked him to sit across the table.

"Sergeant Elvis, your rotation will end soon, won't you?"

"Yes, Lieutenant Colonel, if I survive the next 20 days or so."

"So after this, do you have any plans?"

Sean was a little puzzled. Could it be that because of his outstanding performance, Xie Xier wanted to keep him in EOD?

"No plans, rest for a while and go back to the special forces support unit, or retire."

There was a form in front of Shehir, and he rubbed his fingers lightly on the edge of the form as if he was thinking about something, "Sergeant Avis, are you willing to go to Sudan?"

"Sudan? Peacekeepers?"

"Yes. The situation in Sudan is much better than in Baghdad. Although EOD is also needed, you know, the missions are not as frequent as here, and the explosives are not so difficult."

"Why me? There are many other people in the special forces support unit that can be deployed." Sean suddenly understood what was going on. He remembered that when the rotation in Baghdad was over, Hawkins would follow his father's deployment. To Sudan, "Is it because of Haven Hawkins?"

"Yes." Xie Xier nodded, "He admires you very much, and has personally asked me to transfer you to him since he saw your profile."

"What?" Sean was a little puzzled. He stayed in Hawkins' team, and that guy asked for it himself?

"Yes, there happened to be a player in his team at that time...you know...and actually I was also having a headache who would be better to transfer him, because many people would apply for transfer not long after being transferred to his group Li's report. I asked him to talk, and then he saw your file photo on the table, and then told me that he wanted to see your file, and then he said to me, 'transfer him to me'." Xie Xi Erl looked at Sean, "Sean, you are very special. Hawkins came to see me two days ago, hoping that you could still be his partner when he went to Sudan. I was really surprised."