Free The Fall of America: Enemy Within (Book 3) by W.R. Benton

check every man and make sure all are dead.  Oh, I think the man on the right has a large pair of boots, so I'll take them for Esom.”
    A single shot rang out and Margie said, “He was trying to lift a pistol.”
    “All are Spetsnaz, see the tee-shirts with the blue and white stripes?”
    “We've not seen many of them around, so why suddenly do we start to run into them?”
    “I have no idea, but whoever has them under his orders, screwed up by using them like conventional soldiers. Whoa, what's this?” John asked.
    He picked up a small receiver, about twice the size of a pack of cigarettes, looked it over and said, “By God, this is how they found us.” He removed the headset from the dead Russian.
    Tom said, “That means the traitor is still sending signals. Turn it on or is it on?”
    John turned it on and the compass on the face indicated the signals were coming from their camp. Damn me, that means the traitor is either Sandra, Mollie, or Esom, he thought. He turned 360 degrees, hoping there was a mistake and to check both Tom and Margie. Both were clean.
    He continued to walk and when he entered camp, he followed the directions on the compass and it led him right to Sandra.

CHAPTER 6
    M aster Sergeant Rusak was tired and when the choppers landed to take them south of Edwards, he groaned.   I am too damned old for this shit. My back hurts, I have only one flask of vodka left, and headquarters has no idea what in the hell they are doing, he thought and then yelled, “Line up, Turchin, by squads and have one squad per bird. Move, people, and let's not keep the pilots waiting.” He then walked to the nearest aircraft and climbed inside.
    As soon as the men were inside, the engines became louder as the pilot lifted into the air, lowered the nose and began to move forward.  A couple of minutes later they were flying in formation toward Edwards. The aircraft were close enough he could see the gunners of other choppers as they flew beside his. The Master Sergeant closed his eyes and leaned back to get a few minutes of rest.
    A few minutes later a ' ca-ching' sounded followed almost instantly by a loud 'zing' and he knew they were taking small arms fire from the ground. One soldier began screaming and when Rusak looked in the direction of the noise, part of the man's lower jaw was missing. The helicopter began to wobble and shake, which made him wonder if serious damage had been sustained by the aircraft.  Smoke began to slowly fill the passenger compartment.
    “Shit, not good.” Rusak said to himself. As the aircraft slowly made its way to the ground, two others followed it down. The last three feet the aircraft fell, when a loud whine replace the straining engine noise. They hit hard, the aircraft rocked violently, but came to rest on its skids. He watched the crew up front switching knobs and buttons off. As soon as the aircraft quit moving the door-gunners helped everyone off the chopper.
    Standing in the tall grasses, he saw other troops unloading their chopper, and the injured man was carried to a good bird. The chopper with the wounded man on it lifted and flew away, most likely to the hospital in Edwards.  
    As the man in charge, Rusak yelled to be heard over the engines of the last helicopter, “Form a perimeter and do it now. Where is a radio man?”
    A hand came up and an unknown voice replied, “Here, Master Sergeant!”
    “Get your young ass over here, son, and from now on you stay as close to me as my shadow.  Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Master Sergeant.”
    The chopper he'd abandoned suddenly started burning and the crew of four made their way to the last working aircraft and left.
    “Move everyone about a half a mile west and move into those trees. We do not want to be around when the munitions start to cook off in the burning helicopter. Form on me!”
    Moving at a trot, the men fell in behind the Master Sergeant and moved toward the woods.  He'd just reached the trees when a huge