The Fall of America: Enemy Within (Book 3) Read Free Page B

brought forward in the event we run into more than we can handle.”
    “What kind of guns, sir?”
    “I was told by Colonel Sokol that a dozen T-90 tanks are available if we have the need for cannons.”
    “I suspect they are on the edge of the swamp, so let us pray if we run into any large groups of Americans, we are within range of the tanks.  I don't know their range, but I think it would be smart not to depend on them for help. I learned years ago, in battle, the only man I can fully trust is myself.”
    “Get the men moving and let us get this over with, but warn our point man.”
    “Sergeant Bluska, get the men moving. Intelligence reports large groups of partisans may be on this trail, so have the point man use caution. Also, slip another man between us and the point man as well.”
    An hour later as they moved over the trail, one of the new men said, “Look at the size of that snake.”
    “Which one?” an unknown voice asked.
    “On the right, about thirty meters.”
    “Stop the small talk. Save this shit for later once in camp.” Junior Sergeant Shubin said and then thought, Damn, that thing must be over two meters long, and fat too. I do not like spiders or snakes.
    Suddenly the point man stopped, as well as the middle man, and both had their hands in the air, indicating trouble. The main group came to a stop and heads turned, scanning the swamp. Shubin noticed a half-dozen gators and three snakes, but nothing human moving.
    The second man moved toward the main group and when at Lieutenant Markov, he whispered, “Large group spotted moving toward us. I would estimate contact with their point man in five minutes or less.”

CHAPTER 2
    B right search lights flashed as they circled the gulag in Edwards, Mississippi, but nothing was spotted moving. Men with huge dogs, walked in the middle of two fences, and both barbed barriers were charged with high electrical current. Razor wire lined the top of both fences, all the way around the camp perimeter, and so far, no one had escaped. The gulag now had ten unheated barracks for the prisoners, and they needed more. At last count over three thousand prisoners were held captive, with most having committed no crime other than being rounded up as hostages for retaliation of partisan actions. Some were used for executions, while others were used in experiments at the base hospital, but most were simply starving to death. It was an hour before daylight.
    Mark, like everyone at the gulag, was thin, had bleeding gums from scurvy, and his eyesight was poor as well, all the results of malnutrition. There were three others with him and they were sitting beside a small fire outside the barracks. The barracks were so overfilled that a good thousand slept on the ground, unable to squeeze into the crude structures, and being exposed to the elements led to many early deaths.
    The other three were Lewis, who was tall and had once been a police officer, George, a retired Air Force Lieutenant Colonel, and May, who'd been captured as she carried messages for the partisans, but she'd managed to eat them before being seized. She'd played dumb and after being raped numerous times by the troops who'd caught her, was locked up with the rest.
    “The Colonel says we're to go out tomorrow night.”
    “I'm ready.” Lewis said and then grinned.
    May said, “Me too, but I worry about finding partisans.”
    George grinned and said, “We'll find them, and then come back and kick some Russian ass.  These sons-of-bitches owe me. I live for revenge.”
    Adding another twig to the ever hungry flames, Mark said, “Revenge is fine, as long as you control it.”
    “What's that suppose to mean?” May asked.
    “It means it has it's place in life, unless you become preoccupied with revenge, because then it becomes dangerous. It can make a man take dangerous risks or do things that otherwise he'd never do, and all in the name of avenging a wrong. I live for life, I want revenge and every chance I