Chapter 12
Nathaniel Bluto - Bravo
I am Nathaniel "Bravo" Bluto. I walked down the street next to Joseph Heller. We were headed for the Rupert J Kirk State Mental Health Facility. Joe said there was someone there who could be of assistance. If I hadn't already seen The Yeerk Pool with my own eyes, I would have thought Joe belonged there. We entered the building and Joe asked for the room for Harrison Fey. The woman behind the desk looked at my 6' 10" frame with wide eyes. I get that a lot. I had always been big for my age. Although I am now approaching big-for-anyone's-age. She showed us to the room and we entered. Harrison smiled politely at Joe and said "good graces to you, your imperial excellency, and to your lovely mistress and young son." I glanced at his eyes. It was a put-on. Those were very alert, very sane eyes. Also very calculating and intelligent. We all watched the nurse leave, and Harrison said, "'morning Joe...who's the muscle?" I extended my hand,
"Nathaniel Bluto, sir, strategist and..." I cleared my throat, "...muscle."
"You're more than what you seem," he shook my hand.
"So it would appear," I replied.
"I got a team together," Joe said, "any advice on what I do now?"
"Kid," Harrison said, "I am retired from this whole war. You're both smart; figure something out."
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"Well that was useless," Joe said.
"I don't think we need him anyway," I said, "between the two of us, we can do fine." We met up with Jessica outside and told her what happened. We headed to the mall to think of what to do.
"Ok," I said, "first of all, considering our numbers as compared to the Yeerks' numbers, I feel sabotage and espionage warfare may be more appropriate than straight guerilla warfare."
"Good call," Joe said, "we can appoint certain people to spy and others to sabotage, and others can fight if neccesary."
"The question is..." Jessica began, "...who are we going to appoint for each?"
"If I may make a suggestion..." a voice said, "...of who would make a good spy..." the person at the table next to us turned around to show himself. It was Harold.
"...I happened to know someone who might work," he said, smiling.
Nathaniel Bluto - Bravo
I am Nathaniel "Bravo" Bluto. I walked down the street next to Joseph Heller. We were headed for the Rupert J Kirk State Mental Health Facility. Joe said there was someone there who could be of assistance. If I hadn't already seen The Yeerk Pool with my own eyes, I would have thought Joe belonged there. We entered the building and Joe asked for the room for Harrison Fey. The woman behind the desk looked at my 6' 10" frame with wide eyes. I get that a lot. I had always been big for my age. Although I am now approaching big-for-anyone's-age. She showed us to the room and we entered. Harrison smiled politely at Joe and said "good graces to you, your imperial excellency, and to your lovely mistress and young son." I glanced at his eyes. It was a put-on. Those were very alert, very sane eyes. Also very calculating and intelligent. We all watched the nurse leave, and Harrison said, "'morning Joe...who's the muscle?" I extended my hand,
"Nathaniel Bluto, sir, strategist and..." I cleared my throat, "...muscle."
"You're more than what you seem," he shook my hand.
"So it would appear," I replied.
"I got a team together," Joe said, "any advice on what I do now?"
"Kid," Harrison said, "I am retired from this whole war. You're both smart; figure something out."
*********************
"Well that was useless," Joe said.
"I don't think we need him anyway," I said, "between the two of us, we can do fine." We met up with Jessica outside and told her what happened. We headed to the mall to think of what to do.
"Ok," I said, "first of all, considering our numbers as compared to the Yeerks' numbers, I feel sabotage and espionage warfare may be more appropriate than straight guerilla warfare."
"Good call," Joe said, "we can appoint certain people to spy and others to sabotage, and others can fight if neccesary."
"The question is..." Jessica began, "...who are we going to appoint for each?"
"If I may make a suggestion..." a voice said, "...of who would make a good spy..." the person at the table next to us turned around to show himself. It was Harold.
"...I happened to know someone who might work," he said, smiling.