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In the past, as I think back, I can see where the Russians popped up without a good reason. Take the time I shot down the first chopper with a LAW. There was no way in hell they should have arrived in a remote spot like that when they did.”
“I don't know and haven't given it much thought. In the swamp, it may be that, once in the old place, the signal was too weak. But, you're right. There have been times the Russians have turned up when they shouldn't have. I just figured they got lucky.” Tom said.
“Tom, that doesn't matter. When we find this traitor, they'll die and I don't give a shit who it is or the reason they sold out to the Russians.”
“You need to think on what you're saying closely, John. I ain't got an idea who it is, but it could be any one of us. Do you honestly think you could execute me, Mollie, or Sandra?” Tom asked as he gazed into John's eyes.
“I'd not like doing it, Tom, and you know that, but I would, yes.” John never blinked as he spoke more, “After all the dead folks we left in the swamp alone, it would justify the execution, but death is the only option. Hell, we don't have a prison.”
“There's the river and our group is already on the other side.” Esom pointed out.
“Go on across. I'm going to tie this bug onto a log and let it move with the current. This should really mess the Russians up.”
Once on the other side of the river, John switched directions and they moved north the rest of the day, seeing no sign of Russians.
That evening over supper, John didn't bring up the bug. He did scan each face and found it hard to believe one of them was a traitor. Supper was a mix of MRE's and Russian rations, which the old timers didn't mind at all, but he made sure May got an MRE. Dolly lay at John's side and he stroked her ear.
It was just after supper, with the fire out, when Dolly began to growl and her hackles came up. John looked, saw nothing in the darkness, but finally said, “Tom, take Esom and circle camp and check for security. Take Dolly too, she'll be a big help.”
“Sure, we can check the area.” Tom said and took Dolly's leash.
“Go with Tom, Dolly.”
Esom smiled and the two men with the dog walked into the darkness.
“Everyone awake and alert until they get back and that means lock and load.”
Suddenly, the night air lit up with green and red tracers from all directions. Screams were heard, followed by a loud explosion. Gunshots filled the night air and then four small explosions were heard—then silence.
“John, I need your help! Esom has taken a round. I'm at your one o'clock position, so just walk out now. The way is clear and the Russians dead, or soon will be.”
John moved to the two men and asked, “What in the hell did you run into out here?”
“Looked like a squad of Spetsnaz to me. All are wearing NVG's, so we'll gather up their gear in a minute.” Dolly, still on the leash, wagged her tail when John neared.
They packed Esom, who'd taken a single round through both legs at the calves, to camp and turned him over to Sandra. As a prior nurse, she was as close as they came to a real doctor.
John, Tom, and Margie moved toward the downed Russians. As they walked, John said, “Take everything they have of any use. Remember, Esom still needs a good pair of boots, size 11. I hope the NVG's are in good shape, and take any spare batteries they may have, too. Take anything we can use.”
The first dead man they found had died from a bullet to the throat, so John removed his NVG's and was surprised when they worked. He put them on and said, “When we get two more, you'll both be able to see in the dark as well. Off to the left is another man.”
The man must have taken the full blast from a grenade, because his intestines were blown from his stomach. Tom removed the dead man's NVG's and they moved to another Russian, who was also stripped of his night vision goggles.
Tom said, “Now that we can see in the dark,
“I don't know and haven't given it much thought. In the swamp, it may be that, once in the old place, the signal was too weak. But, you're right. There have been times the Russians have turned up when they shouldn't have. I just figured they got lucky.” Tom said.
“Tom, that doesn't matter. When we find this traitor, they'll die and I don't give a shit who it is or the reason they sold out to the Russians.”
“You need to think on what you're saying closely, John. I ain't got an idea who it is, but it could be any one of us. Do you honestly think you could execute me, Mollie, or Sandra?” Tom asked as he gazed into John's eyes.
“I'd not like doing it, Tom, and you know that, but I would, yes.” John never blinked as he spoke more, “After all the dead folks we left in the swamp alone, it would justify the execution, but death is the only option. Hell, we don't have a prison.”
“There's the river and our group is already on the other side.” Esom pointed out.
“Go on across. I'm going to tie this bug onto a log and let it move with the current. This should really mess the Russians up.”
Once on the other side of the river, John switched directions and they moved north the rest of the day, seeing no sign of Russians.
That evening over supper, John didn't bring up the bug. He did scan each face and found it hard to believe one of them was a traitor. Supper was a mix of MRE's and Russian rations, which the old timers didn't mind at all, but he made sure May got an MRE. Dolly lay at John's side and he stroked her ear.
It was just after supper, with the fire out, when Dolly began to growl and her hackles came up. John looked, saw nothing in the darkness, but finally said, “Tom, take Esom and circle camp and check for security. Take Dolly too, she'll be a big help.”
“Sure, we can check the area.” Tom said and took Dolly's leash.
“Go with Tom, Dolly.”
Esom smiled and the two men with the dog walked into the darkness.
“Everyone awake and alert until they get back and that means lock and load.”
Suddenly, the night air lit up with green and red tracers from all directions. Screams were heard, followed by a loud explosion. Gunshots filled the night air and then four small explosions were heard—then silence.
“John, I need your help! Esom has taken a round. I'm at your one o'clock position, so just walk out now. The way is clear and the Russians dead, or soon will be.”
John moved to the two men and asked, “What in the hell did you run into out here?”
“Looked like a squad of Spetsnaz to me. All are wearing NVG's, so we'll gather up their gear in a minute.” Dolly, still on the leash, wagged her tail when John neared.
They packed Esom, who'd taken a single round through both legs at the calves, to camp and turned him over to Sandra. As a prior nurse, she was as close as they came to a real doctor.
John, Tom, and Margie moved toward the downed Russians. As they walked, John said, “Take everything they have of any use. Remember, Esom still needs a good pair of boots, size 11. I hope the NVG's are in good shape, and take any spare batteries they may have, too. Take anything we can use.”
The first dead man they found had died from a bullet to the throat, so John removed his NVG's and was surprised when they worked. He put them on and said, “When we get two more, you'll both be able to see in the dark as well. Off to the left is another man.”
The man must have taken the full blast from a grenade, because his intestines were blown from his stomach. Tom removed the dead man's NVG's and they moved to another Russian, who was also stripped of his night vision goggles.
Tom said, “Now that we can see in the dark,
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