The Game's Afoot
Col. Hogan was not a happy man. London had called to confirm the pick up of the Eligible Stories. Kinch checked with Hogan in case the Colonel knew something Kinch didn't. He didn't. Hogan put the question to the men in Barracks Two. Carter suddenly remembered Olsen's leaving the barracks that night and asked if Hogan had sent him out. He hadn't.
Hogan turned to Olsen, his eyes narrowed slightly. "You picked them up?"
Olsen tipped his chin in defiance. "As a matter of fact, sir, I did. But don't worry, Colonel. They are all here, and all safe. And you and the other members of the core team will all get to read them in plenty of time to nominate your favorites."
"Why, Olsen? What's the big idea?"
Garlotti stood up and came to stand next to Olsen. "Because, Colonel, just for once, the guys on the back row want a chance to do something first. So, we hid the stories in several different locations around camp, and we've been passing them back and forth between us and working on our nominations. When we're finished, then, we'll bring the stories to your office, and you guys can read and nominate."
The rest of the core team had been sitting at the central table, listening with varying degrees of skepticism or disapproval. Newkirk took another drag off his cigarette, then handed it to Andrew. "Sounds like a challenge to me."
Olsen tipped his head, considering. "I suppose so."
Newkirk's grin was suddenly wolfish. "Then mate, as one of me more famous countryman once wrote, 'The game's afoot.'"
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And there you have it folks! Due to a variety of technical issues and other situations that have recently arisen, the deadline for nominations has been extended to March 12 at midnight. Please be sure to have your nomination forms turned in by that time.
(Also, thanks for the quote, Sir Arthur!)
Thanks, and happy reading!
