Michael Malone - Weebly

Pentagon interference, it was the first we'd even heard
that this thing is operational." Eagerly, by means of a
tiny transistorized American flag in his lapel, took down
everything they said for the record on a tape recorder.
He took down for the record what everybody said,
even his wife. It was a habit.
"Why, that's bullshit! We've been here since
nineteen sixty-nine," sniffed Svatopluk impatiently.
"Working our buttsos off.
You know that!"
"I don't," said Eagerly loudly.
"Dr. Swátterplök, let us get to the heart of the
matter," urged the handsome Wolton, sitting down in a
canvas-backed chair, crossing his legs, and revealing a
trim ankle in a black silk sock without a sag in it. There
are not many men who can, seated, be superior to other
men standing right next to them. Wolton knew he was
one of them.
"Let us be open. Would you tell us exactly who
authorized your assignment? Would you tell us what
your assignment might be?
Would you tell us what you think we should