After lunch, the NOD soldiers were doing drills, as nobody was working.
Eric was up in the loft waiting, it was blanketed in light blue training
mats, and sure as rain, Carson came up the ladder; but he was followed by a
tall, lanky man who's tags read "Raymond"; and there was another one, a
face Eric was sure he had seen before his tags identified him as "Rodgers".
"Who's this other guy?" Eric asked Carson
"Don't tell me you've forgotten ME, Etcetera!" he said stepping fore "Tell me you REMEMBER Arnold Rodgers!"
Eric smiled, and shook his hand "Ah, Arnold," he said "I see you're not dead. yet"
"Eric," interrupted Carson "They take roll at 1400, so step it up!
Eric proceeded to explain that judo was based on the Japanese art of Kendo, which Eric could teach them, if he had some wooden tai-chi swords. He told them that it was based on about 15% kicks, 35% hand strikes, and 50% grappling; so it was quite a bit like professional wrestling, save the scripts, the bogus blood, and the melodramatics. They did some kicking drills, hand drills, went over various stances, and some line drills; finally, Smitty had to take a break. Over at the window he heard the guards talking.
"Rodgers, Raymond, Leugabell, and Simmons are all missing," said one of the guards
"Well then scour the damn base," said the foreman "And bring 'em to me"
"Yes sir,"
Arnold Rodgers sat them all on the derelict end of the rafters in the loft, where the entrance was, and people sometimes just hung out, pulled out his waterproof deck of lucky cards, and quickly dealt a game of 'guts', a type of poker. Soon after he was finished, the guard found them
"Foreman wants to see you fruit nuts," he said
They all followed him down, and explained to the foreman that they were only playing cards, and it would not happen again. In addition, 'meat' profusely apologized.
"A'ight, Y'all got me here, now would ya mind tellin' me what the Sam- hill is goin' on here?"
"Well," said Sam "I just wanted to chat, Mr. Bonner"
"Chat? I don't know who the hell you are!" retorted C. J. Bonner
"Sam Simmons," they shook hands "Ah, MAJOR Sam Simmons, Retired. then un- retired"
"I see"
"You have any kids?" asked Sam
"I do," he said "I got's 3 critters of my own" Sam could tell he was beginning to relax "My daughter, Carla, well, she's 17, my son, Jim, he's 20, and sole heir to the Bonner fortune, should anything UNfortunate happen to yours truly, weighing in at 23 years old, my son Marc!" he gave out a belly-laugh
"Marc Bonner," said Sam "You don't say? My son, Eric, has told me quite a bit about marc, they're quite good friends, I hear"
"Is that so?" he replied; C. J. and Sam talked for hours on end, before Sam finally asked him this:
"I am in need of cash"
"At what amount, my friend?" asked C. J.
"Around 100 million" said Sam
"That's a hefty load," said C. J. "What d'y'all need it for?"
"Military equipment" said Sam "To outfit the Waco Militia"
"I tell you WHAT!" said C. J. "That ain't but pocket change for a fella like me! 'Whom' do I make the check out to?"
"Only the good die young" -Entertainer's Proverb
"Who's this other guy?" Eric asked Carson
"Don't tell me you've forgotten ME, Etcetera!" he said stepping fore "Tell me you REMEMBER Arnold Rodgers!"
Eric smiled, and shook his hand "Ah, Arnold," he said "I see you're not dead. yet"
"Eric," interrupted Carson "They take roll at 1400, so step it up!
Eric proceeded to explain that judo was based on the Japanese art of Kendo, which Eric could teach them, if he had some wooden tai-chi swords. He told them that it was based on about 15% kicks, 35% hand strikes, and 50% grappling; so it was quite a bit like professional wrestling, save the scripts, the bogus blood, and the melodramatics. They did some kicking drills, hand drills, went over various stances, and some line drills; finally, Smitty had to take a break. Over at the window he heard the guards talking.
"Rodgers, Raymond, Leugabell, and Simmons are all missing," said one of the guards
"Well then scour the damn base," said the foreman "And bring 'em to me"
"Yes sir,"
Arnold Rodgers sat them all on the derelict end of the rafters in the loft, where the entrance was, and people sometimes just hung out, pulled out his waterproof deck of lucky cards, and quickly dealt a game of 'guts', a type of poker. Soon after he was finished, the guard found them
"Foreman wants to see you fruit nuts," he said
They all followed him down, and explained to the foreman that they were only playing cards, and it would not happen again. In addition, 'meat' profusely apologized.
"A'ight, Y'all got me here, now would ya mind tellin' me what the Sam- hill is goin' on here?"
"Well," said Sam "I just wanted to chat, Mr. Bonner"
"Chat? I don't know who the hell you are!" retorted C. J. Bonner
"Sam Simmons," they shook hands "Ah, MAJOR Sam Simmons, Retired. then un- retired"
"I see"
"You have any kids?" asked Sam
"I do," he said "I got's 3 critters of my own" Sam could tell he was beginning to relax "My daughter, Carla, well, she's 17, my son, Jim, he's 20, and sole heir to the Bonner fortune, should anything UNfortunate happen to yours truly, weighing in at 23 years old, my son Marc!" he gave out a belly-laugh
"Marc Bonner," said Sam "You don't say? My son, Eric, has told me quite a bit about marc, they're quite good friends, I hear"
"Is that so?" he replied; C. J. and Sam talked for hours on end, before Sam finally asked him this:
"I am in need of cash"
"At what amount, my friend?" asked C. J.
"Around 100 million" said Sam
"That's a hefty load," said C. J. "What d'y'all need it for?"
"Military equipment" said Sam "To outfit the Waco Militia"
"I tell you WHAT!" said C. J. "That ain't but pocket change for a fella like me! 'Whom' do I make the check out to?"
"Only the good die young" -Entertainer's Proverb