CoffeeShop Blues: 2015 Traveler's Edition - Page 91

Jeremy Frost have nothing and yet here they are lining up to give what they do have. Some of the lazy bastards back home should see this.” Gemma nodded as they ducked into the large tent, open on two sides since the main genny died, and walked to the tables at the back. The lack of air had won over a more sterile environment. “Are we ready for this?” Gemma asked the aides preparing syringes, their uniforms of cargo shorts and cheerful Tees, a splash of colour amidst the misery of ochre. “Okay, let’s do it. A blood drive, Sudanese-style.” Warning shouts came from the queue outside, followed by panicked screams that reverberated along the rows of canvas, then the gunfire. The rebels were back. Gemma’s thoughts flew to the photo as, grabbing a white cloth to show their status, she ran towards the mayhem. 91