Chapter Nine
"Sir? Sir. Sir... Major Burns, sir. SIR! WAKE UP!"
Radar shouted, taking a step back and adjusting his glasses nervously as Frank started awake. Staring coldly at the Company Clerk, he suddenly remembered the letter in his pocket and forced a smile.
"Say, Radar, ol' buddy ol' pal..."
With a roll of his eyes, the corporal said the exact words that were on the tip of Frank's tongue before he could get them out. "Yessir, camp personnel list, coming right up." Jaw dropping slightly, Frank watched as he went to the file cabinet, opened one drawer, and began searching through the "P" file.
"Aha. Here we go... under "P" for "People"."
He handed the slightly-wrinkled paper to Frank, who tore it from his hand and began reading quickly. Grabbing a pencil from Radar's desk, he made a small dot next to the name of each Sergeant, and the one that caught his eye right away was Sergeant Demorest. Watching to make sure Radar was nowhere near, he pulled the letter from his breast pocket and looked at it carefully. Sgt. Dmst. Sergeant Demorest. It simply had to be. With a cunning smile he folded the letter and envelope up again, putting it back in his pocket, and got up from the chair. It gave a squeak as he darted out of the office and left the personnel list behind.
~*~
"Excuse me, sergeant Demorest?"
Frank said officiously as he knocked on the door of the Enlisteds' tent. A disgruntled Klinger came to answer, wearing a bright pink cocktail dress, and two pink barrettes in his hair.
"Oh. It's you."
The corporal said, slightly annoyed, and turned around to yell into the tent. "Hey, Rowland, Major Burns is here to see you." The sergeant looked genuinely confused as he came outside, closing the door behind him. His brown eyes glinted slightly in the sunlight. "Yes Major Burns, sir?"
"Drop the formalities Demorest. I know all about you and your plot to /get rid/ of the Colonel."
Rowland's expression changed from confused to angry as Frank made his statement. "Oh, an I suppose you've come to rat on me, huh major?" He spit the word 'major' out venemously. Frank's eyes glittered dangerously as he said in a low tone
"No, sergeant. I want in."
"Sir? Sir. Sir... Major Burns, sir. SIR! WAKE UP!"
Radar shouted, taking a step back and adjusting his glasses nervously as Frank started awake. Staring coldly at the Company Clerk, he suddenly remembered the letter in his pocket and forced a smile.
"Say, Radar, ol' buddy ol' pal..."
With a roll of his eyes, the corporal said the exact words that were on the tip of Frank's tongue before he could get them out. "Yessir, camp personnel list, coming right up." Jaw dropping slightly, Frank watched as he went to the file cabinet, opened one drawer, and began searching through the "P" file.
"Aha. Here we go... under "P" for "People"."
He handed the slightly-wrinkled paper to Frank, who tore it from his hand and began reading quickly. Grabbing a pencil from Radar's desk, he made a small dot next to the name of each Sergeant, and the one that caught his eye right away was Sergeant Demorest. Watching to make sure Radar was nowhere near, he pulled the letter from his breast pocket and looked at it carefully. Sgt. Dmst. Sergeant Demorest. It simply had to be. With a cunning smile he folded the letter and envelope up again, putting it back in his pocket, and got up from the chair. It gave a squeak as he darted out of the office and left the personnel list behind.
~*~
"Excuse me, sergeant Demorest?"
Frank said officiously as he knocked on the door of the Enlisteds' tent. A disgruntled Klinger came to answer, wearing a bright pink cocktail dress, and two pink barrettes in his hair.
"Oh. It's you."
The corporal said, slightly annoyed, and turned around to yell into the tent. "Hey, Rowland, Major Burns is here to see you." The sergeant looked genuinely confused as he came outside, closing the door behind him. His brown eyes glinted slightly in the sunlight. "Yes Major Burns, sir?"
"Drop the formalities Demorest. I know all about you and your plot to /get rid/ of the Colonel."
Rowland's expression changed from confused to angry as Frank made his statement. "Oh, an I suppose you've come to rat on me, huh major?" He spit the word 'major' out venemously. Frank's eyes glittered dangerously as he said in a low tone
"No, sergeant. I want in."