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A picture flits across my mind. A picture of me tryin' to sleep, much less operate, with Snake loiterin' about in the near vicinity.
"I ... don't think so," I sez. "we're pretty used to workin' with the crew we got already. Besides, any of the boys you assigned to us would have to enlist ... and there's no guarantee where they'd get assigned."
"... And most of them would quit before they'd be seen in public in those outfits you're wearing," Don Bruce laughs, winkin' at Tananda. "Yeah. You got a point."
Me and Nunzio force smiles, which is as close as we can manage to joining in the merriment.
"Well, be sure to let me know if there's anything I can do to help."
"Sure, Don Bruce."
"Thanks, Don Bruce."
"Oh yeah! One more thing. How's Bu
"Bu
"Sure! You remember Bu
"Oh! Right!" Tananda blinks, and settles back again. "She's working out real well, Don Bruce," Nunzio supplies hurriedly. "In fact, right now she's holding down our office while we're out in the field."
"Yeah, right," Don Bruce waves. "But how is she getting along with Skeeve?"
Even though we can maybe snow him from time to time, the Don is pretty quick, and he catches our hesitation and glances at Tananda.
"Say ... you aren't interested in Skeeve yourself, are you. Miss Tananda?"
Tananda thinks for a second, then wrinkles her nose.
"Not really," she sez. "I guess he's kind of like a kid brother to me."
"I see," Don Bruce nods. "Well, as a favor to me, could you take Bu
In response, Tananda just nods slow-like. To my eye, she seems less than thrilled with the idea ... especially after hearin' how serious Don Bruce takes promises.
"You know how the Boss is when it comes to dames," I sez, quick-like. "Slower'n a bail bondsman what's been stung three times ru
I am tryin' to draw attention away from Tananda, but the Don is ignorin' me and starin' at her instead.
"Say ... are you okay?" he sez, misreadin' her signals. "It looks like you've been takin' more than your share of lumps in this operation."
"I'm just a little tired," she sez, flashin' a quick smile. "You're right, though. I'm not getting any younger, and I'm not sure how many more nights like this I can take."
"Why don't you head on back to Big Julie's and hook up with Chumley?" I sez. "We're gettin' transferred out of here, and there's not much you'll be able to do on your own realizin' the shape you're in."
'Transferred?"
"That's right," Nunzio sez. "We've been promoted and transferred to headquarters. It seems the Mob isn't the only ones who can spot leadership potential."
As an indication of the physical and nervous stress of the night we have been through, I do not have the energy to even think about throttiin' him.
Chapter Fifteen:
"An army travels on its paperwork!"
-J. CARLSON
"WELL, SERGEANT GUIDO, you and your squad come highly recommended. Yes, highly recommended indeed!"
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
Okay, so I am layin' it on a little thick. Considerin' the number of officers I'm seein' here at headquarters, however, it seems like the wisest attitude for an enlisted type like me to assume ... which is to say one step up from grovelin'.
"Well," he sez, settin' our files to one side and startin' to rummage through the other stacks of paper on his desk, "let's see what we can find for you in the way of assignments."
Actually, I would be surprised if he can find his feet in this office. It has only been a few times that I have seen so much paper stuffed into as little space as there is in this office ... and most of the other times was in the offices I poked into while lookin' for this one. There is paper stacked everywhere, on the chairs and on the floor, on the window ledges and on the tops of file cabinets ... not to mention the stacks set on the top of already filed paper in the open drawers of said cabinets. There are also, of course, assorted piles of paper on the desktop of the officer I am speakin' to, and it is through these stacks he is currently rummagin'.
"Ah! Here's something," he sez, pausin' to peer at one of the sheets he has been rifflin' through. "What would you say to my assigning you and your crew as sanitation engineers."
"As what?"
"You know." he sez, "digging and filling latrines."
It occurs to me that while there might be some potential for disruptin' the army from such a position, it is not a route I would be particularly eager to take. You see, Nunzio still ribs me about my work with the Realistic Doggie Doodle with Lifelike Aroma that Actually Sticks to Your Hands on my last assignment for M.Y.T.H. Inc., and I would therefore prefer to avoid workin' with variations on the real thing this time around.
"It sounds like a stinkin' detail ... sir," I sez, the words sort of slippin' out.
I try to recover by addin' "... if you'll forgive the play on words ... sir."
That's so he'll know I read.
I expect him to get a bit upset at my forthrightness, but instead he just gives a little shrug.
"Of course it is," he sez with refreshin' honesty. "But remember where you are, Sergeant. This is Headquarters ... the brains of the army. It only stands to reason that most of that brain power is devoted to finding nicer, cushier assignments for the owners of those brains ... which is to say the place is armpit deep in politics ... if I make myself clear."
"Not really, sir."
The officer sighs.
"Let me try to explain it this way. Here, everybody knows somebody, and uses their co
I consider mentionin' my co
"Is General Badaxe available, sir?"
This gets the officer's attention.
"You know General Badaxe?" he sez from under sky-high eyebrows.
"Not to any great extent, sir." I admit. "We just met once in passin'."
"Oh. Well, he is here at Headquarters, of course. I think you'll find that he's indisposed, however ... at least he has been for the last couple of weeks."
"Would that indisposition by any chance be female, sir? Extra, extra large ... a lot of makeup and jewelry?"
This earns me a lot harder look from the officer before he answers.
"As a matter of fact, yes," he sez at last. "You seem remarkably well informed for someone who has just arrived at Headquarters ... or do you' know the ... young lady as well?"
For several reasons I figure it would be wisest not to admit the true relationship Nunzio and me has with Massha.
"She was with the general when I met him at court, sir," I sez, sorta truthfully.
"You've been to the Royal Court?"
"Yes sir ... but it was a while back ... just before the king married Queen Hemlock."
"I see," the officer sez, thoughtful-like, then sets the paper he was holdin' aside and starts rummagin' again.
"Well in that case, perhaps I can find something a bit more pleasant in the way of an assignment."