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the van by Brickhart himself. "I knew this boy," he
sighed, and showed the spies the wizened chocolate
face of a man at least as old as he was. "Cook on my
first ship. Isn't that something? In the Pacific.
Used to fry my steak just right. Lukewarm! Had an
ensign on that cruise, one of those Ivy League nervous
nellies, and every time I'd swab some bread around in
that steak blood, that ensign would turn puke green and
couldn't eat another bite. Sometimes, just to get at him,
I'd take a big chew and let the juice run out of the sides
of my mouth. You know? This little black fellow here
always got a real kick out of it. The Japs got a lot of us
on that cruise." And the commander zipped up the bag.
It was tossed into the van.
The borrowed soldiers did not question the fact that
they were evacuating victims of a "freak chemical
accident," then dismantling the contaminated base—that
made sense to them. What they did question was their
sergeant's taking orders from a weirdo in a Boy Scout
uniform and from his three weirdo underlings who were
identically dressed as the late James Dean. Commander
Brickhart understood their unease and told them,