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Authors: W.R. Benton
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May rubbed her eyes.
Out of the blue a man dressed in a mixture of Russian and civilian clothing walked into view.
He was of average size, carried a Bison and Mark could see three grenades hanging from his belt.
Mark said, “Stop where you are, and I mean now.”
The man froze and his eyes scanned the countryside, while his head remained still. “We're off your left side and you'd better be part of the resistance or you're a dead sonofabitch.”
“My name is Tom and I am part of the resistance. Who are you?” Tom turned his head to meet the eyes of Mark.
After speaking with all three of the gulag escapees, John said, “If I had the men, I'd hit the damned concentration camp tonight. Feed the escapees and make sure they've all the gear they'll need to stay with us.” As it was, he was thankful to still be alive. The Russians, who'd almost walked into their camp the night before, had suddenly turned and moved off in a different direction. All the while his shaking hands were holding the clacker to a Claymore mine.
“They pretty much have what they need, but we did give them additional ammo, more grenades, and fed them some MRE's. While they had some Russian rations, none of them liked the taste.”
“The fat content is too high for them, or it was for me at first. But, after the cold weather hits, they'll start to like them, because our bodies crave fat in cold weather. Now, get everyone saddled up and let's move.”
Mark and his small group had a difficult time keeping up with the resistance members, because they'd gone two nights with little sleep. They were constantly reminded of the need to keep moving and while exhausted, they just managed to remain with the group. Near dark they entered an abandoned farm house to spend the night.
“I want all the wood we'll need for the night gathered up now and after full dark, no one goes outside. Some of the choppers the Russians have can see at night, using infrared gear, so we'll stay under cover after dark. It you have go to the bathroom later, do it upstairs, or you guys can pee out a window. The infrared gear picks up body heat, so stay inside.”
As everyone settled in for the night, John sat in a corner of the living room, petting Dolly absentmindedly. His thoughts were on the traitor and who it could be. His mind began to see the faces of all of them, one-at-a-time, as he evaluated each. When he finished, the only people he was sure about were those in his cell and Willy. Everyone else was suspect.
Then again, he thought, how well do I know the members of this cell? Even Tom and Sandra were gone long enough to have been captured and persuaded to work for the Russians. Right after we attacked the Russian Air Base the two of them were left for dead. But, I'm sure it couldn't be one of them. I've known Tom longer than I have Sandra and I'm positive they're not the ones. All I really know is it's someone within Willy's inner circle.
Sandra neared, tossed an MRE to him and said, “Eat.”
He opened it, pulled out the entree, and began eating. When he was half finished, he pulled a knife and sliced the pouch open, placing it beside Dolly. While she didn't care much for the meals, she ate them when given no choice. John always shared his meals with his dog and she was the last of many dogs he used to own, the rest killed a while back.
Esom appeared and said, “Margie, who's outside, claims all is quiet.”
“Is she under the blankets?”
“She is, and bitchin' about the heat, too. I told her it beat being dead and that's what would happen if a chopper flew over and picked up her body heat on IR.” He squatted beside John.
“She'll do the job. I suggest anyone that has guard duty later to get some sleep now. The new people will be allowed to sleep this whole night, because they've gone over 50 hours with no sleep.”
“They'll be lucky if they sleep four hours. I've been without sleep for long stretches and when I was able to sleep, I
Out of the blue a man dressed in a mixture of Russian and civilian clothing walked into view.
He was of average size, carried a Bison and Mark could see three grenades hanging from his belt.
Mark said, “Stop where you are, and I mean now.”
The man froze and his eyes scanned the countryside, while his head remained still. “We're off your left side and you'd better be part of the resistance or you're a dead sonofabitch.”
“My name is Tom and I am part of the resistance. Who are you?” Tom turned his head to meet the eyes of Mark.
After speaking with all three of the gulag escapees, John said, “If I had the men, I'd hit the damned concentration camp tonight. Feed the escapees and make sure they've all the gear they'll need to stay with us.” As it was, he was thankful to still be alive. The Russians, who'd almost walked into their camp the night before, had suddenly turned and moved off in a different direction. All the while his shaking hands were holding the clacker to a Claymore mine.
“They pretty much have what they need, but we did give them additional ammo, more grenades, and fed them some MRE's. While they had some Russian rations, none of them liked the taste.”
“The fat content is too high for them, or it was for me at first. But, after the cold weather hits, they'll start to like them, because our bodies crave fat in cold weather. Now, get everyone saddled up and let's move.”
Mark and his small group had a difficult time keeping up with the resistance members, because they'd gone two nights with little sleep. They were constantly reminded of the need to keep moving and while exhausted, they just managed to remain with the group. Near dark they entered an abandoned farm house to spend the night.
“I want all the wood we'll need for the night gathered up now and after full dark, no one goes outside. Some of the choppers the Russians have can see at night, using infrared gear, so we'll stay under cover after dark. It you have go to the bathroom later, do it upstairs, or you guys can pee out a window. The infrared gear picks up body heat, so stay inside.”
As everyone settled in for the night, John sat in a corner of the living room, petting Dolly absentmindedly. His thoughts were on the traitor and who it could be. His mind began to see the faces of all of them, one-at-a-time, as he evaluated each. When he finished, the only people he was sure about were those in his cell and Willy. Everyone else was suspect.
Then again, he thought, how well do I know the members of this cell? Even Tom and Sandra were gone long enough to have been captured and persuaded to work for the Russians. Right after we attacked the Russian Air Base the two of them were left for dead. But, I'm sure it couldn't be one of them. I've known Tom longer than I have Sandra and I'm positive they're not the ones. All I really know is it's someone within Willy's inner circle.
Sandra neared, tossed an MRE to him and said, “Eat.”
He opened it, pulled out the entree, and began eating. When he was half finished, he pulled a knife and sliced the pouch open, placing it beside Dolly. While she didn't care much for the meals, she ate them when given no choice. John always shared his meals with his dog and she was the last of many dogs he used to own, the rest killed a while back.
Esom appeared and said, “Margie, who's outside, claims all is quiet.”
“Is she under the blankets?”
“She is, and bitchin' about the heat, too. I told her it beat being dead and that's what would happen if a chopper flew over and picked up her body heat on IR.” He squatted beside John.
“She'll do the job. I suggest anyone that has guard duty later to get some sleep now. The new people will be allowed to sleep this whole night, because they've gone over 50 hours with no sleep.”
“They'll be lucky if they sleep four hours. I've been without sleep for long stretches and when I was able to sleep, I
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