When they enter, the old man is standing on the far side of the map table, the blond girl and a chubby bearded man on either side of him. "Okay, here's the deal," he says. "We're going to let you bring one medkit--one--to your wounded corporal. We can't spare any more right now."

"If there's antivenom in it, that should be all we need," says Donna. "Is... there a catch?"

"There is, in fact," says the old man. "You're going with an escort, and he--" he nods to Gordon-- "has to stay here. If my men come back to base by dawn, you're free to do what you like. If not..." He trails off meaningfully.