54To avoid danger, you play their little game. What some would call a
ruse.
“Sure, this country’s a joke, and I’m thankful that somebody finally noticed,” you say. “Of course I’ll join.”
“Excellent. We had a good feeling about you,” says Julie.
“Now, your first mission, says Lisa. “You will take the guise of a sailor on shore-leave...”
Lisa is suddenly interrupted by a crash. Havelshamp and Eddie, your friends from the marching band, burst through the window and point their AK-47 assault rifles at the two girls.
“Sorry ladies, but the gig is up ” yells Eddie.
The girls curse in a language you recognize from oneof the movies you watched in your Foreign Cinema class. Sadly, Crocodile Dundee was not on the syllabus.
“Good work, friend,” Havelshamp says. “We’ve been tracking these two for years. The President will sleep well tonight.
“We could use a man like you,” continues Eddie. “That is, if you’ve got the guts.”
“Is there a secret handshake?” you inquire.
They nod. It’s on.
THE END