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used, but if she felt a need for it, it didn't matter to him. He glanced up at the sky, saw no threat of bad weather, and meeting Tom's eyes, nodded.
Tom picked up a clacker, squeezed, and then heard a loud explosion as the Claymore fired. The Russians on the tailgate were suddenly surrounded by a red mist —their blood. Screams were heard and the men on the tailgate fell to the ground, with two jerking and twisting. The remaining two were unmoving. Screams filled the air.
At the truck, both men looked around confused, and then the sounds of rifle fire were heard. The head of the man on the left exploded, sending blood and gore in all directions. The other man dropped to the ground, went prone, and fired one round before his body suddenly went limp.
“Cease fire and move forward, now!” John yelled.
Margie moved to a Russian near the wrecker and all heard him scream as her bayonet entered his stomach. Removing the blade, she stabbed again, again, and again. Finally, she ran toward the prone man, near the trucks, her bayonet dripping crimson. John heard a shot, and Tom had fired into the other injured man near the wrecker. The Russian jerked once and then lay still.
“Tom, check the cargo in the first truck!” John yelled, as he moved for the second vehicle. He then added, “Kate, I want you about a hundred yards in front of these trucks and Sandra, you move about the same distance behind us. If you see or hear anything, let me know.”
John then moved to the supplies, climbing up and into the truck. He found a case of AK-47's, rations, some winter clothing, gasoline and fresh produce. He pulled the weapons, rations, winter clothing, and produce. Once the supplies were on the side of the road, he poked holes in the cans of gas and left it leaking on the gear they didn't take.
“Joshua, crawl under each truck and poke holes in the gas tanks, slash the tires, and fill the carburetors with dirt. Margie, gather up all the weapons and gear we can use from the dead and check the inside of each truck.”
Tom neared and said, “Other than Russian packs and some ponchos, with liners, most of the load in the first truck was plywood and gasoline.”
“We need both the packs and ponchos. Make sure we take two extra ponchos for each person and a pack each, if our folks need a new one. Get two liners a piece for us, because when the weather turns nasty, and it will in a month, we'll be happy to have them.”
John walked to the senior man, who was a sergeant, and placed an ace of spades card in his mouth. He noticed Margie had turned the pockets of each of the dead inside-out, looking for anything of use for intelligence, but it was a wasted effort. They no longer had an intelligence branch, but it was good to know she was thinking.
When Tom neared he said, “I want you to gather up our folks and these supplies. Start moving west, but I'll remain behind. Once you've been gone for about thirty minutes, I'll set these trucks on fire. Expect choppers shortly after you see the smoke. I want you to keep moving, and I'll catch up as soon as possible. Tell the drag not to shoot my ass, too.”
He grinned and asked, “Are you doing this job alone?”
“I'd thought I would, why?”
Turning serious, he said, “Keep a person with you. I don't like the idea of leaving you by yourself.” Then turning, he said, “Margie, get Kate and Sandra.”
“Leave Joshua then. I think he did a good job during the attack, and we need to get him back in the saddle as soon as we can.”
“Josh!” Tom called out.
“Here!” He replied from near the supplies.
“Stay behind with John and cover him as he torches the trucks.”
“Sure.” He said, and then stuffed a half dozen camouflaged Russian rations in his pack.
“Let's pick up the supplies and move, people.” Tom ordered. “Margie, you take point and Kate cover our rear. Be aware that John and Joshua will join us at some point today.”
Kate gave a
Tom picked up a clacker, squeezed, and then heard a loud explosion as the Claymore fired. The Russians on the tailgate were suddenly surrounded by a red mist —their blood. Screams were heard and the men on the tailgate fell to the ground, with two jerking and twisting. The remaining two were unmoving. Screams filled the air.
At the truck, both men looked around confused, and then the sounds of rifle fire were heard. The head of the man on the left exploded, sending blood and gore in all directions. The other man dropped to the ground, went prone, and fired one round before his body suddenly went limp.
“Cease fire and move forward, now!” John yelled.
Margie moved to a Russian near the wrecker and all heard him scream as her bayonet entered his stomach. Removing the blade, she stabbed again, again, and again. Finally, she ran toward the prone man, near the trucks, her bayonet dripping crimson. John heard a shot, and Tom had fired into the other injured man near the wrecker. The Russian jerked once and then lay still.
“Tom, check the cargo in the first truck!” John yelled, as he moved for the second vehicle. He then added, “Kate, I want you about a hundred yards in front of these trucks and Sandra, you move about the same distance behind us. If you see or hear anything, let me know.”
John then moved to the supplies, climbing up and into the truck. He found a case of AK-47's, rations, some winter clothing, gasoline and fresh produce. He pulled the weapons, rations, winter clothing, and produce. Once the supplies were on the side of the road, he poked holes in the cans of gas and left it leaking on the gear they didn't take.
“Joshua, crawl under each truck and poke holes in the gas tanks, slash the tires, and fill the carburetors with dirt. Margie, gather up all the weapons and gear we can use from the dead and check the inside of each truck.”
Tom neared and said, “Other than Russian packs and some ponchos, with liners, most of the load in the first truck was plywood and gasoline.”
“We need both the packs and ponchos. Make sure we take two extra ponchos for each person and a pack each, if our folks need a new one. Get two liners a piece for us, because when the weather turns nasty, and it will in a month, we'll be happy to have them.”
John walked to the senior man, who was a sergeant, and placed an ace of spades card in his mouth. He noticed Margie had turned the pockets of each of the dead inside-out, looking for anything of use for intelligence, but it was a wasted effort. They no longer had an intelligence branch, but it was good to know she was thinking.
When Tom neared he said, “I want you to gather up our folks and these supplies. Start moving west, but I'll remain behind. Once you've been gone for about thirty minutes, I'll set these trucks on fire. Expect choppers shortly after you see the smoke. I want you to keep moving, and I'll catch up as soon as possible. Tell the drag not to shoot my ass, too.”
He grinned and asked, “Are you doing this job alone?”
“I'd thought I would, why?”
Turning serious, he said, “Keep a person with you. I don't like the idea of leaving you by yourself.” Then turning, he said, “Margie, get Kate and Sandra.”
“Leave Joshua then. I think he did a good job during the attack, and we need to get him back in the saddle as soon as we can.”
“Josh!” Tom called out.
“Here!” He replied from near the supplies.
“Stay behind with John and cover him as he torches the trucks.”
“Sure.” He said, and then stuffed a half dozen camouflaged Russian rations in his pack.
“Let's pick up the supplies and move, people.” Tom ordered. “Margie, you take point and Kate cover our rear. Be aware that John and Joshua will join us at some point today.”
Kate gave a
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