“You sure you don’t want something for the pain,” the corpsman asked.

“I just want my elbow to move again. Can you fix it or no?”

“It’s a dislocated elbow. I can fix it but it is going to hurt,” he said.

“So let’s get this over with,” I growled.

The corpsman took my wrist in one hand and held my elbow with the other. “Ready? One. Two..” With a sudden pull and twist he wrenched my elbow, twisted my arm and pushed the bones back in place. My whole arm exploded in a blinding flash of pain. “Three…”

“You enjoyed that you sadistic bastard,” I said when I could breath again.

“We should X-ray that and get you in a cast and sling,” the corpsman said as he ignored my comment.

“I’ll take the sling, but you can keep the rest.” I said.

“If you get any numbness or tingling, or unusual swelling…”

“I promise, you will be the first one I call,” I lied.

“What did you find out about Ulinov,” Rodgers asked.

“Other than he and Michael had a deal and Michael left him holding the bag for six million euro’s. Not much.”