Chapter Eight
"Stupid mail... Stupid Corporal... Stupid three-day pass!"
Frank was, as usual, grousing about the duties to which he had been assigned by Colonel Blake. Radar had been reluctant to go, but the Colonel had insisted that he take a three day pass to Tokyo, to relieve some stress.
Flinging the mail aside venemously he kicked the heavy bag. It didn't budge. For a moment he hopped around, holding the toe of his army boot, when one particular letter caught his attention. It was addressed to 4431 Taiku Street, Seoul. The address was repeated in Korean.
"What's this?"
In the corner of the envelope was a bright red stamp that said "Top Secret, Rush Delivery". The ferret-faced man's upper lip curled as he looked around furitively. No one. He quickly grabbed a sharp letter opener off Radar's desk and slit the top of his find, shaking the letter out with a gleeful expression. He picked it up and unfolded it carefully, reading.
Dear Mat-Sune,
Our plan has failed. Colonel Blake is still alive, and it will take more than myself alone to finally get rid of him once and for all. I know I have called upon you for many other favours, including the previous one which came so close to taking care of the bastard. But I need your help.
Have you got any more of that DDT chemical? If those idiotic scientists are correct, it could do some serious damage if sprayed in our precious Lieutenant Colonel's breakfast, no? Please contact me as soon as possible.
Sgt. Dmst.
Frank raised a curious eyebrow as his devious hazle eyes scanned the "Sgt. Dmst." He would have to investigate that later. Stuffing the letter into its envelope and both into his breast pocket. Then he settled into Radar's chair, closing his eyes in a better attempt to digest the information he had just acquired. What was going on right under Henry's nose, and for how long? Why? So many things to think about... eventually he fell asleep.