Free Surviving by A. J. Newman Page B

guys are traveling with a point guy and a tail guy protecting their rear end didn’t you?” Scott asked.
                  As John said yes, it struck him; they could pick one or two off without confronting the others.
                  Scott said, “Yes, we can split into three groups, one shoots the point man, takes his weapons and makes a hell of a racket to draw the main body forward and away from the prisoners. When group three hears the shot, they slip up on the rear guard and slit his throat and take his guns.”
                  “I’ll make a crude bomb out of the powder can and group two, the middle group, can lob it in front of the main bunch when we hear the ruckus up front,” Gus added.
                  John said, “We do not want to take a chance on injuring Beth’s friends or I would lob it right in the middle of the assholes. Instead, wait for one minute, and then throw the bomb. I want to make sure that the bad guys have rushed to help the point man and gotten as far away as possible from the girls.”
                  Everyone except Beth liked the plan, but even she knew they had to kill or be killed at this point. Her main concern was for the safety of Janet and Alice, who as far as they knew, were still with the others. Beth grabbed John’s hand and pleaded with him to save her best friends. John promised her that they would do their best.
                  Roger, who had been quite until now, spoke up, “Even though these guys have killed and injured you and your friends, you can’t take the law into your own hands.”
                  “So says their accomplice in this nightmare,” Steve replied.
                  John then added, “You are damn lucky that we don’t string you upside down by your balls and start a fire under you, you bastard.”
                  Gus stuck the 9mm under Roger’s chin and said, “As the guy says, just make my day asshole.”
    Gus then clubbed Roger on the side of the head with the 9mm, not hard, but enough to smart like hell.
                  Roger then said, “Stop walking for a minute and take my left shoe off and look inside under the inner sole. Oh, there is a .38 strapped to my leg.”
                  Gus shoved him down and pulled Roger’s left pant leg up and took the pistol, then asked, “If you had this gun, why didn’t you use it to kill us or escape?”
                  “Look in the shoe,” he exclaimed.
                  Gus took Roger’s shoe and dug into it, then brought out what appeared to be a driver’s license.   
                  “What the hell is this? It looks like an ID for the FBI with Roger’s face and a different name,”
                  Gus growled. Roger was clearly getting impatient with Gus.
                  “You idiot, do you think that I would go under cover using my own name? I could have killed all of you if I was one of them.”
                  John examined the ID and told Steve to cut the rope tying Roger’s hands.
                  “He had plenty of opportunity to escape or kill all of us; I think he’s telling the truth. Let him loose,” John exclaimed.
                  All agreed except Gus and he finally agreed and cut Roger’s bindings. John took Roger’s gun from Gus and said that he would keep it until he trusted Roger a bit more than he did now.
    “Roger, you’ve got some explaining to do. Give us the 15 second drill now!”
                  Roger told them that he had spent over a year working into the GAO’s organization as a bush pilot delivering campers and drugs. He had been given a contact in the organization that had been working for the FBI for years. He only communicated through notes so Roger said that he did not know who it was. He must have been at the GAO office