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couldn't. They'll likely sleep, wake up, and then do it all over again.”
“I've been there, but right now, I need some rest. Wake me if anything happens I need to know about.”
“I've already briefed each guard. G'night and sleep well.” Esom said, stood and then moved to the far corner where he had his gear.
It was right at dawn, as they cooked breakfast that Tom entered and said, “I just watched what looks like a company of Russian troops unloaded in a field, oh, maybe a half mile from here. Most arrived by truck, but others came by helicopter. They are to the North of us and it looked to me like they were heading this way.”
John stood and said, “Alright, y'all heard the man. Let's get ready to move. Esom, booby-trap the front door and the stairs. Once you're done, move south and catch up with us. Saddle up, we're moving.”
“What about my breakfast?” May asked.
“Eat on the move or go hungry. You for sure don't want to return to the gulag, do you?”
“No, of course not.” She then lifted her Russian pack and prepared to leave. As she moved toward the back door, she was seen spooning stew into her mouth.
“Tom, plant a few toe poppers and mines near the steps and then haul ass to meet us. I don't like this sudden appearance of Russian Troops.”
“I hear you, and I don't like it either. It's almost as if they know where we're goin' as soon as we do.”
John moved his cell South and had Margie on point and Sandra on drag. They were moving through a thick forest of oaks, when Tom and Esom returned. Tom said, “I hung back just long enough to verify it was a company of men.”
A loud explosion was heard, then what sounded like two shotgun blasts, and John said, “We just killed a few or injured them. Now, I want both of you to drop back behind Sandra and plant a few toe-poppers and mines. Don't use very many, but as Tom plants them, Esom, you provide security for him.”
“We can do this. Let's go, Esom.” Tom replied and then moved toward the rear.
The men had just left when Margie stopped, turned and returned to the group. She said, “I spotted movement about fifty yards in front of us.”
“How in the hell could they know which direction we're moving? Margie, swing east for a while. It may be they got lucky and guessed.”
After walking east for about a mile, Esom and Tom returned. Tom said “Russians all over the place back there and they're hot on our tail.”
“Now, you mean?”
“Yes, now. It's like they know which direction you're moving.”
“That's not possible, or is it?”
“Not unless they have a bird in the air that is monitoring us some way or one of us has a plant.”
“Plant?” Esom asked.
“A tracking device, something like they used to do with bear and deer before the fall. They'd tag 'em and then attach a collar with a signaling device so they could tell where the animal went.”
“Sumbitch, John, that means one of us is a traitor.”
“But, which one?”
“Shit.” Tom said.
“What's the matter?”
Tom bent over and from the grasses he picked up a small container about the size of marble. It had a very small flashing red light and rest of the case was fully inclosed, making it waterproof. The bug was an olive drab in color. “Here is your bug.”
John slipped it in his shirt pocket and then asked, “How many people have moved ahead of us?”
“All, including Sandra, so any one of us could have dropped the bug, if that's what you're thinking, including you.”
“Valid point. There's a river about a half a mile from here and I'll dump the bug there. Let's catch up with our people, but keep an eye on everyone.” As they began to move, he said, “The only people I trust right now are the new people we picked up.”
“Why not suspect them too?”
“Because the Russians knew we were at the Mansion in the swamp. I don't think they could tell exactly where we were, but they sure as hell moved to the swamp fast enough.
“I've been there, but right now, I need some rest. Wake me if anything happens I need to know about.”
“I've already briefed each guard. G'night and sleep well.” Esom said, stood and then moved to the far corner where he had his gear.
It was right at dawn, as they cooked breakfast that Tom entered and said, “I just watched what looks like a company of Russian troops unloaded in a field, oh, maybe a half mile from here. Most arrived by truck, but others came by helicopter. They are to the North of us and it looked to me like they were heading this way.”
John stood and said, “Alright, y'all heard the man. Let's get ready to move. Esom, booby-trap the front door and the stairs. Once you're done, move south and catch up with us. Saddle up, we're moving.”
“What about my breakfast?” May asked.
“Eat on the move or go hungry. You for sure don't want to return to the gulag, do you?”
“No, of course not.” She then lifted her Russian pack and prepared to leave. As she moved toward the back door, she was seen spooning stew into her mouth.
“Tom, plant a few toe poppers and mines near the steps and then haul ass to meet us. I don't like this sudden appearance of Russian Troops.”
“I hear you, and I don't like it either. It's almost as if they know where we're goin' as soon as we do.”
John moved his cell South and had Margie on point and Sandra on drag. They were moving through a thick forest of oaks, when Tom and Esom returned. Tom said, “I hung back just long enough to verify it was a company of men.”
A loud explosion was heard, then what sounded like two shotgun blasts, and John said, “We just killed a few or injured them. Now, I want both of you to drop back behind Sandra and plant a few toe-poppers and mines. Don't use very many, but as Tom plants them, Esom, you provide security for him.”
“We can do this. Let's go, Esom.” Tom replied and then moved toward the rear.
The men had just left when Margie stopped, turned and returned to the group. She said, “I spotted movement about fifty yards in front of us.”
“How in the hell could they know which direction we're moving? Margie, swing east for a while. It may be they got lucky and guessed.”
After walking east for about a mile, Esom and Tom returned. Tom said “Russians all over the place back there and they're hot on our tail.”
“Now, you mean?”
“Yes, now. It's like they know which direction you're moving.”
“That's not possible, or is it?”
“Not unless they have a bird in the air that is monitoring us some way or one of us has a plant.”
“Plant?” Esom asked.
“A tracking device, something like they used to do with bear and deer before the fall. They'd tag 'em and then attach a collar with a signaling device so they could tell where the animal went.”
“Sumbitch, John, that means one of us is a traitor.”
“But, which one?”
“Shit.” Tom said.
“What's the matter?”
Tom bent over and from the grasses he picked up a small container about the size of marble. It had a very small flashing red light and rest of the case was fully inclosed, making it waterproof. The bug was an olive drab in color. “Here is your bug.”
John slipped it in his shirt pocket and then asked, “How many people have moved ahead of us?”
“All, including Sandra, so any one of us could have dropped the bug, if that's what you're thinking, including you.”
“Valid point. There's a river about a half a mile from here and I'll dump the bug there. Let's catch up with our people, but keep an eye on everyone.” As they began to move, he said, “The only people I trust right now are the new people we picked up.”
“Why not suspect them too?”
“Because the Russians knew we were at the Mansion in the swamp. I don't think they could tell exactly where we were, but they sure as hell moved to the swamp fast enough.
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