Cuttlefish
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Joined: 1/24/2007 From: Oregon, USA Status: offline
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It was the middle of the afternoon in Tokyo. I leaned back in my chair, put my feet up on my desk, and took a sip of my afternoon drink. I only allowed myself one drink in the afternoon. Fortunately I wasn’t using a glass so I still had half a bottle to go. The door opened and my secretary, Miss Pennyloafer, stuck her head in. “Your partner, Mr. Krieg, is on the line for you,” she said. “Thanks, doll,” I said and reached for the phone. “Hey,” she said. “I don’t want to bother youse or nothin’ – I can see how busy you are – but I haven’t been paid in two weeks.” “Sorry, sweetheart,” I said, taking my feet off the desk and trying to look like I had something to do, “but money’s kind of tight right now.” “Right,” she said. “What about the fat retainer that Yammy guy gave you?” “Travel expenses, doll,” I said. “The Pacific is a big place. Look, I’ll see what I can do, okay?” “Sure you will,” she huffed, then closed the door with a slam. I picked up the phone. “Feurer, partner, what’s the scoop?” I said. The connection was full of static. “Cuttlefish, I need to take the fifth,” he said. “Jeez, Feurer, I didn’t even know you had to testify,” I said. “Don’t let those Brits make you spill anything.” “No, no,” he said. “I need to take the 5th Infantry Division. Word is you have it stashed at Rabaul.” “Wait a second, pal,” I said. “I know we’re partners and all but I need those boys.” “Yeah, things are rough all over,” he tells me, “but if we lose Malaya those Allied goons are going to dance the samba all over the DEI. Then you can kiss all our lovely oil goodbye.” I sighed. “Can’t have that,” I said. “Okay, you win. Take the 5th. You need anything else?” “Yeah,” he said. “Quinine tablets and Pepto Bismol. Things here are a mess, buddy.” “Hang in there, partner,” I said, and hung up. I put my feet back on my desk and took another sip from my bottle. Maybe I’d make this a two-drink afternoon for a change.
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