I tell Boris I have a man in the infirmary.
He doesn't ask questions. He raises his hand, lets out a sharp whistle that cuts through the hall like a blade, and a soldier materializes from somewhere behind the pillars.
"Take them to the infirmary and report back for orders."
The soldier confirms with a single, crisp motion I've never seen outside this place. His right palm strikes flat against his left shoulder. His left fist crosses his stomach, locking against the inside of his right elbow.
It's a salute that covers the entire torso. Like shielding your vitals while showing respect. Practical and paranoid. Lost Ark in a single gesture.
"This way, please," he says.
