Russian officer took the gas can and doused the woman well with gas. He grinned as he moved away and removed a box of matches. Glancing at his prisoner, he asked, “Do you have any final words to say, my dear?”
The woman met the Russians eyes and shouted, “United we stand!”
“Tsk, it is such a shame to believe in such foolishness.” Alvang removed a single match, struck the head against the side of the box and when it flared, he tossed it to the gas puddled under the chair.
A loud “ swoosh ” was heard and the gas burned clear. Almost immediately the woman began to give a hideous scream and shake her head from side-to-side as the fire consumed her. The sweet smell of burning flesh filled the air, causing the Colonel to puke. Her screams grew louder and louder, until suddenly they stopped, her head fell forward, and she was dead.
Alvang neared the Colonel and said, “You, sir, are next if you still refuse to give me names. What will it be Colonel, your life or the lives of people who mean nothing to you?”
“I . . . I'll talk, but only on the condition I live.”
“I'll do better than that, Colonel, I'll let you go free.”
“Free? Do you mean to leave the camp?”
“I mean exactly that. Just give me the names and I can have you out of here within the hour.” Alvang said, knowing full well he'd not ever let this man live.
The Colonel quickly gave the names of six people he knew that were strongly against escapes and that had liberal views. By no means would he give the names of those really involved, and if killing these six would help the organization, so much the better.
“As soon as the prisoners are locked in cells, you'll be a free man, Colonel.” Then, turning to Budian, he said, “Private, when the six are locked up, take the Colonel to the main gate, open it and allow him to leave.”
Coming to attention, the Private replied, “Yes, sir.”
“Now, Colonel, if you'll excuse me, I have some new guests arriving soon and must prepare for them, especially the two ladies you named.” Colonel Alvang then walked back inside the building.
The Colonel could not believe the Russians would set him free, but Alvang had promised he would walk from the gate a free man. Unknowingly he smiled.
CHAPTER 5
M ark, Lewis, and May were lost. While May knew the area, it was dark and she was hopelessly turned around. In their effort to get as far away from Edwards as fast as they could, they'd continued walking after dark and now a storm was brewing. They were standing deep in woods and Mark said, “This is silly. With the skies overcast, we have no idea what direction we're walking. I think we'd be smart to spend the night here, because if we keep moving in the dark one of us is eventually going to fall and get hurt. In another hour or so it'll be daylight.”
“That's fine with me,” May said, “I'm tired anyway.”
“Move to the big oaks off our left.”
“No fires, huh?”
“Lewis, I can't believe you'd even ask that question. No, no fires.”
“We need to get a shelter up and I think by using two ponchos from the Russian gear we can get one up pretty fast.” May said.
A long bright line of lightning filled the western horizon, followed by a loud crack of thunder, and rain began to fall. It was a light rain, but all suspected heavier rains were coming.
Earlier in the evening they'd opened the Russian packs and inventoried what was available. Each had a canteen, poncho, two rations, a long blade knife in a sheath, extra ammo, two blankets and a crude foam sleeping mat to keep them dry when sleeping on the ground. They'd been sucking on hard candies from the rations, but now they needed a meal, once a shelter was constructed.
It only took them a few minutes to make a simple 'A' frame shelter and then they opened a tin that looked like a sardine can, using the small opener from the rations. As the tins opened, they could smell the beef, spices and flavorings. While in the prison
The woman met the Russians eyes and shouted, “United we stand!”
“Tsk, it is such a shame to believe in such foolishness.” Alvang removed a single match, struck the head against the side of the box and when it flared, he tossed it to the gas puddled under the chair.
A loud “ swoosh ” was heard and the gas burned clear. Almost immediately the woman began to give a hideous scream and shake her head from side-to-side as the fire consumed her. The sweet smell of burning flesh filled the air, causing the Colonel to puke. Her screams grew louder and louder, until suddenly they stopped, her head fell forward, and she was dead.
Alvang neared the Colonel and said, “You, sir, are next if you still refuse to give me names. What will it be Colonel, your life or the lives of people who mean nothing to you?”
“I . . . I'll talk, but only on the condition I live.”
“I'll do better than that, Colonel, I'll let you go free.”
“Free? Do you mean to leave the camp?”
“I mean exactly that. Just give me the names and I can have you out of here within the hour.” Alvang said, knowing full well he'd not ever let this man live.
The Colonel quickly gave the names of six people he knew that were strongly against escapes and that had liberal views. By no means would he give the names of those really involved, and if killing these six would help the organization, so much the better.
“As soon as the prisoners are locked in cells, you'll be a free man, Colonel.” Then, turning to Budian, he said, “Private, when the six are locked up, take the Colonel to the main gate, open it and allow him to leave.”
Coming to attention, the Private replied, “Yes, sir.”
“Now, Colonel, if you'll excuse me, I have some new guests arriving soon and must prepare for them, especially the two ladies you named.” Colonel Alvang then walked back inside the building.
The Colonel could not believe the Russians would set him free, but Alvang had promised he would walk from the gate a free man. Unknowingly he smiled.
CHAPTER 5
M ark, Lewis, and May were lost. While May knew the area, it was dark and she was hopelessly turned around. In their effort to get as far away from Edwards as fast as they could, they'd continued walking after dark and now a storm was brewing. They were standing deep in woods and Mark said, “This is silly. With the skies overcast, we have no idea what direction we're walking. I think we'd be smart to spend the night here, because if we keep moving in the dark one of us is eventually going to fall and get hurt. In another hour or so it'll be daylight.”
“That's fine with me,” May said, “I'm tired anyway.”
“Move to the big oaks off our left.”
“No fires, huh?”
“Lewis, I can't believe you'd even ask that question. No, no fires.”
“We need to get a shelter up and I think by using two ponchos from the Russian gear we can get one up pretty fast.” May said.
A long bright line of lightning filled the western horizon, followed by a loud crack of thunder, and rain began to fall. It was a light rain, but all suspected heavier rains were coming.
Earlier in the evening they'd opened the Russian packs and inventoried what was available. Each had a canteen, poncho, two rations, a long blade knife in a sheath, extra ammo, two blankets and a crude foam sleeping mat to keep them dry when sleeping on the ground. They'd been sucking on hard candies from the rations, but now they needed a meal, once a shelter was constructed.
It only took them a few minutes to make a simple 'A' frame shelter and then they opened a tin that looked like a sardine can, using the small opener from the rations. As the tins opened, they could smell the beef, spices and flavorings. While in the prison
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