Meanwhile outside the store, Jack pulls up in the damaged semi trailer.  The back<br/><br/>wheels are locked and dragging, and the gears grind every now and then but he manages to pull the trailer in front of the main doors.  It is close enough to provide a good deal of protection but not so close that people couldn't crawl under.<br/><br/>The truck comes to a stop and hisses as the air brake engages.  Jack pops the door open and hobbles down from the tall cab.  Those in the Humvee notice that he has developed a limp in his right leg, and as he turns they can see it is stained with blood.  He looks up at them and calmly shrugs, "I got careless and missed a crawler under the cab.  He took a good chunk out of me before I put him down.  What a shame." he says as he shakes his head back and forth.<br/><br/>Slowly and methodically, he strips off his equipment and places them in a neat pile next to the trailer.  When he is wearing nothing more than clothes and boots he picks up his M9 pistol and stuffs it into belt.  He leans his head into the Humvee, "You folks be careful.  I'm going to go see my wife and kids now."<br/><br/>Jack slowly and methodically walks across the open field towards the nearby hospital.  He disappears from view and about 5 minutes later a lone shot rings out across the flat landscape.