Bomb Disposal Elite

"Me? I will be transferred to another EOD team. I still have more than two months of rotation. Scar and they said they want me to go there. I don't know if the transfer will be successful."

"Scar is a nice fellow, and Snape is very generous."

"Yes, I'm going back to the camp. If there is a rotation, I will definitely come to see you." Jill smiled, got up and was about to leave.

Sean stopped him: "Jill, don't forget to take care of my mint."

"No problem." Jill's voice rippled softly in the corridor.

Sean and Hawkins are the only ones left in the room now.

"This time, you lost the clue of Montero James again." Sean squinted at Hawkins, "Will you be sent to Sudan when your injury is healed?"

"Maybe."

"I hope you can meet a good team member there, someone who is more trustworthy than me."

"No one can trust me more." Howkins raised Sean's hand and put it on his lips, "You saved me, again."

"But not every time, Howkins ... you have to set yourself a line. You should be very clear that once you cross that line, Montero James wins. Only you have always been sane and correctly evaluated yourself and the situation. , you can make the right decision. No matter how many 'gifts' Montero gives you, his goal is only one, not to blow you up but to see you go crazy."

"As long as you're always by my side, I won't cross that line." Hawkins' voice was serious.

"In that case, I will be before you are crazy." Sean smiled at him, "I can't go to Sudan with you, because I have to recuperate, and I bet you recover faster than me. I need to rest, how Kings. These 90+ days feel more exhausting than the past nine years.”

"You're angry. I'm sorry I didn't keep my promise to you." Hawkins frowned. This was the first time Sean had heard him say sorry.

Sean shook his head slightly. He wasn't angry, but more likely disappointed, "I'm angry almost every time I go on a mission with you. So when I go to Sudan or... no matter where you are, remember that you are not Alone, Montero may be your enemy, but when it comes to dismantling a bomb, that bomb is the mission of the team you lead."

"Are you leaving my team?" Hawkins heard what Sean meant from his tone.

"Oh, God, look at my wounds! Shouldn't I go back to my own house and get some rest?"

"Yes, you need to rest."

"Then Mr. Hawkins, may I close my eyes and sleep a little longer?"

"Ok."

Sean closed his eyes, but he wasn't about to fall asleep.

In this blast, Sean gets it right that Montero James gave Hawkins a drug addiction.It's like a child who is addicted to games will try his best to pass the level, but he never thought that even if he passes the level, he will actually get nothing.Sean couldn't help Hawkins wean himself off of it, just as the memory White left for Hawkins was there forever.

White was Hawkins' safety catch, and one day the safety catch broke, and Hawkins found Sean, a safety catch that was the same size as White's, and he just kept him safe.

Before Sean came to Baghdad, he was at a loss.He needed Baghdad to prove he was Vincent or Sean, and he was whole at that point.But now he knew that there was a crack in him, which was brought about by Hawkins, and he had to stay away from it before it got deeper and deeper.

Whether he is Sean or Vincent, one thing he is sure of is that he is not White.

Sean knew that if White had stood 100 meters away and said "come back" to Hawkins that day, he would have come back.

Sean, who was in deep thought, could feel that Hawkins was kissing his lips, with a tentative taste, without the usual madness.On the one hand, Sean felt distressed by the cautiousness of this conceited and proud man, on the other hand, he couldn't help but guess that maybe every time Hawkins gave him those irresistible kisses, it was just to release his love for White forever. An inexpressible longing.

When night came, Hawkins was still sitting by Sean's bed. A nurse couldn't help but persuade him to go back to the ward, but Hawkins was stubbornly unwilling to leave.

Sean had no choice but to say to the nurse with a little apology: "Please let him stay here."

The nurse also knew Hawkins' temper, and she had also heard that his status seemed a bit special, but she just told Hawkins to be quiet.

The whole hospital was silent at night, without the occasional cannon fire that could be heard lying in the camp dormitory, Sean slept well, except that he couldn't turn over which made him very uncomfortable.

Sean's injury gradually stabilized.He borrowed a chessboard from the hospital and would play chess with Hawkins.

Howkins played well, and like his personality, calm and sharp, but when forced to a certain extent, he would start to attack desperately.But Sean basically didn't beat him anyway.

During the day, the nurse will open the curtains, and the sunlight outside is beautiful.

In fact, Sean knew that the sunlight here was the same as the sunlight shining on the gravel in the outskirts of Baghdad, but it was projected on Hawkins' side face, looking soft and wanting to be touched.

Seeing Sean looking at him like this, Howkins would stretch his neck to kiss Sean, occasionally deeply, but very attentively.

Because Chess could never win, Sean changed to a simpler game, borrowed a doctor's child's flying chess, and played a primary school game.

Sean finally won Hawkins a few times, and the smile on his mouth almost cracked to the ear, "Finally I won!"

Hawkins looked at him with quiet eyes.

"Hey, why are you looking at me like this, I'll think I'm the statue of the Virgin Mary in the church." Sean also poked his head towards the other party, a bit mischievous inside.

Hawkins turned his head and put Sean's lips in his mouth.

I don't know if it was because of the injury, but Hawkins' kiss was less oppressive. Instead, it was more like kissing a fragile object, telling the other party that I cherish you through the touch of the lips and skin.

"I know you have a good relationship," the nurse came in, "but Sergeant Elvis, you need stitches removed from your back injury."

At the very beginning, when Hawkins was unwilling to leave even if he slept in a wheelchair all night, she guessed that their relationship was not just as simple as comrades-in-arms.

Sean shrugged his shoulders towards Hawkins, then lay on his stomach on the bed, his shirt was lifted up, revealing his solid back and the scar.

The doctor removed the wire and told him that he had arranged to fly him back to the United States the day after tomorrow.

"Really? I wish there was a wheelchair to get me on the plane." Sean joked.

"Of course, after the plane lands in Washington, there will be a special car to take you home." The doctor patted Sean on the shoulder and left.

Sean pointed to his leg hanging in mid-air: "I heard that this leg is not a big deal, but my right hand will take a month to remove the plaster cast."

"You're going back to Washington?" Hawkins asked.

"Yes. It's a pity that you didn't go back so soon. I heard that your father will send a special plane from the military department to take you back." Sean smiled, "But because you are injured, maybe you don't have to go to Sudan, and you can take a long vacation. Hawkins, there are more bombs in this world, you can look around, go to a bar with a good atmosphere to have a beer, watch a big Hollywood movie, or go to other... without explosions and gunshots Check out the country."

Because White and Montero take up too much of your time.

"If there is really a vacation, I will go to you." Howkins said very seriously. Sean liked his serious look very much. It was a little naive and a little helpless.

In the evening, Jill came to visit Sean.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Hawkins in a wheelchair. Time calmed his anger, but it didn't mean that he would forgive him, or that Hawkins didn't mind what Jill thought about him.

"Hey, bro, you look better." Jill sat by Sean's bed, looking dusty.Sean knew he must have driven a long time after his shift to get here.

At this time, a nurse came in and said to Hawkins, "Hawkins, you have your call, please come and answer it. It's Lieutenant Colonel Shehir calling."

Hawkins turned his wheelchair and went out, leaving only Jill and Sean in the ward.

Jill picked up the fruit on the bedside table and peeled it, "Well, Sean... I'm on duty the day after tomorrow, so it's impossible to come and see you off. But... I have a question I want to ask you."

Sean didn't look surprised, nor did he ask what the question was.He knew that it was not surprising to find those clues with Jill's keenness, and he also knew that Jill would come to Baghdad not only for the rank of second lieutenant, but also to experience everything Vincent had experienced.

"Are you Vincent?" Jill stopped peeling the fruit and lowered his head. His posture was calm, but his heartbeat was surging.

"What makes you think I'm Vincent?" Sean knew that he had a lot of flaws, "Just because of the action of pressing the quilt? Or did I also get food poisoning from orange juice?"

"Because you haven't met me, but you said I was a good three-point shooter when you were playing basketball, because you also like the end of the world, because you said you once grew mint, and because you know about electrical circuits..." Jill tilted her head, "I quietly investigated Sean Ives, you majored in logistics in college, and minored in marketing, which has nothing to do with electronics."

"Actually, these are not reasons, but just coincidence." Sean laughed.

"It's also because... you give me the feeling that you are Vincent."

"Don't live in the past, Jill."

"But Sean, you're not the past, you're the 'now.'"