EVIL WITHIN

Chapter 3Walk in the Park

Dawson took point, pulled out his compass. Got his bearings and azimuth shot. He took off the rest followed
about five minutes behind.
Owens, Baldwin, Peters then Jones, Morgan, Osborne.

Dawson got about one klick. Stopped took a knee.
Stroked the blonde scalp he carried with him.
Took another compass reading moved on.

Owens slowly moved up, he could just see Dawson,
enter back into the trees. He stopped held his arm up.
Open ground only a few hundred meters. But open!

The Group kept interval, Owens took a deep breath moved forward at swift pace, not a run but faster than
route step.

Osborne moved in next to Owens when they got back into cover.
" Owens lets get with in six, of Dawson".

Owens nodded and stepped the pace up.

Osborne fell back, eyes darting every sound; movement
sent his senses rising. He wiped the sweat from his face.
Cradled his M14 in his arms. Hesitated a touch, then stepped onward.

Morgan felt better he could just see, Dawson not close but enough to ease his mind. He switched the shot gun
over to his left hand. Told himself his Damn knees were fine.

That he wasn't getting old. He only twisted them up
getting out of the chopper. They would ease up a bit.
In awhile. He whispered to himself, just a walk in the park.

Peters pushed a stick of gum in his mouth. Smiled
Slung his med bag over his right shoulder for spell.
He thought I'm sweating in places I didn't know you could sweat. He saw Osborne look back. He motioned
for a break.
Osborne nodded moved up front. He caught up to
Owens. Catch Dawson, lets break next good position.

Dawson and Owens took a knee. Morgan saw them pulled out his map board. Judged the distance traveled
by his pace count. Found himself on the map.

Pointed it out, Dawson and Owens looked.
Two, dead on Sarge.
Morgan sat stretched his legs out, took a hit of his personal hooch. Osborne plopped down next to him.

How far we gone? 1,400 knee breaking meters.

Morgan you good? Morgan smiled nodded.
OK lets do another two one hundred break for the day.
Put Baldwin on point. Lets run a tight one on him.

Morgan forced himself up. Passed the running orders along.

Baldwin mumbled fucking to damn short, two weeks and I'm due to rotate out! He looked at his map board
Took azimuth shot. Headed out.

His uniform soaked in sweat. God his feet hurt! Damn rifle was digging a hole in his back. The Thompson submachine gun was heavy. He'd take six steps move slower every little bird or critter moving. Sent him
on high alert. He stopped shot another compass reading
Thought another damn rock covered hill. Ankle twisting leg breaking mother fucker.

Jones kept pushing his glasses up. His nose so sweaty they wouldn't stay put. Damn hot muggy Tropical Forest.
Triple canopy bull shit. Fuck me running another hill.
He tugged at the hand held radio telephone to keep it hung in place. The fishing pole antenna strapped to his left side of his web gear.
Every step he took, was shit I'm hot.

Baldwin slid down the hill some. Shit he whispered to
Himself. Glad I had to crawl that last bit. Looked back
Motioned a stop.

Osborne looked at Morgan, he knew what he wanted.
Morgan made his way up the hill knees cracking and popping like twigs being stepped on.

Baldwin gestured to keep quiet. He mouthed ten count
ten, Bad guys four women. Morgan nodded just looked over the edge of the hill. Looked at Baldwin stay put get
Your rifle ready. Gotta talk to Osborne. Baldwin put some
Chew in. Put his death toy together.

Morgan patted Jones shoulder up with Baldwin, Owens on me.

Osborne looked at Morgan, well?
Count ten men four women. Women tied up.
Think they are slave traders, slash drug runners.

Dawson smiled take some scalps, right Morgan?

Before Morgan could answer. Osborne said no!
Dawson not now.

Morgan held his hand up at Dawson, then I'm thinking send Owens left Dawson right find away around this.

I've got Baldwin and Jones watching them.
I'll send Peters up he's not afraid to help besides
he has two hundred rounds for the 60.

Osborne nodded that's sound do it. Owens you tell
Peters. Me and Morgan need to talk a second.

Listen Morgan I'm the team leader. Don't think you
Realise that.

I do, and I know a few other things. like you, are a grade
A coward left your last team to die. You're a spook CIA or Army Intelligence. I'm trying to keep your scrawny ass alive. Why I don't know. Guess I'm doing my job.

Osborne moved some, Yes I'm CIA I was ordered out.
Lets stay on track. I give the orders.

Morgan said fine I haven't gave any. Only suggestions.

Now Osborne you want check the situation out?

I'll check it out, you watch our back side Damn it!

Morgan shook his head as Osborne walked away.
I'm fool stuck in a bad dream he thought.

Jones got himself positioned to the right of Baldwin about three meters away Peters next to him.
The M60 rested in a crook of a tree.

Baldwin was ready, Honey his 50 caliber rifle.
Up and ready to deal out death. Chewing away on his
Plug tobacco. Love to take you all out. Slave trading fucks. Damn fine ladies, city type can tell. They're all wearing nice looking cloths tattered some and dirty.
Still to new a style, for locals.

Osborne looked over the hill, Baldwin he whispered that guy in the sun glasses, target of opportunity. Why haven't you fired?

Boss on the way into a mission no shooting unless he's
part of the mission. Now we were leaving he'd be dead.

I want him dropped now. Baldwin looked back Dawson and Owens both gone. Nope I'm not taking the shot.
Team is split up. Could get us all killed. Sorry my call.

Osborne grabbed Baldwin's web gear, the Hell you say,it's my call! Now take him out. Baldwin shrugged
I'm the one that does the final nope and no.

Morgan could see the animation in the talk between
Osborne and Baldwin. Before Morgan could move it
Happened. Shit Morgan ran towards the hill.