Michael Malone - Weebly

for what was ours, he'd turned in his uniform and joined
forces with industry.
"Because, you listen to me boys, if we're not going
to take it, we sure as hell better get in there and buy it,
or let's face it, it won't be long before we end up with a
bunch of Jap gooks running Detroit and a A-rab sliding
his greasy butt down in the Oval Office." Then before
they could properly thank him, Brickhart signed off. Off
into an endless day the former naval commander raced,
across a sea of snow to investigate reports that a
Pakistani painter named Habzi Rabies was defiling the
ALAS-ORE pipeline with modern art.
Back at the Hotel Occidental over too many mixed
drinks, Tom, Dick, and Harry reviewed their reviews.
Their conversation was not preserved, for each of the
three (under the impression that at least one of the other
two had a mike up his sleeve) had a scrambler in his
pocket. As a result of their interference, a senator
seated in the next booth was spared the embarrassment
of rehearing some sybaritic suggestions he was making
to a lovely undercover agent in the Treasury
Department—which institution happened to be