<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>On Emily's boat<br/>Alonish with Mari</strong><br/><br/><br/><em>Six years?  She's been doing this for six years?</em>And the way Emily broke down that rifle...  Susan felt very much like she had when she'd been blown out of that Hummer by a mine.<br/><br/>Mentally and emotionally, anyway.  It took her a moment to react about her phone. "My phone is in a small zip bag in that red messenger bag.  With my pistol.  Take the small bag, turn off the phone if you wish, but please God don't throw it over the side, I'm a street doctor, I switch phones a lot, but that's how people are reaching me for now."  She cautiously took a seat in one of the chairs.  "Don't mess with anything else in there, that's my major trauma bag, I have to find stuff by touch when I'm working."<br/><br/>And now she was the full center of the Amazon's attention.  Oh, wow.  Susan was vaguely amazed that her wet clothes weren't boiling dry just from the heat she was feeling inside her.