XIII - Where The Indian's Going..., Page 11

You know I honestly would give up one if my stars to know how you escaped from that helicopter. Equally I'd like to know what you've been doing for the last two years.

So would I, General. After all they're your stars.

I see that your sense of humour hasn't changed, Rowland. Never the less, you'r going to be an administrative nightmare for the defense department. They are not used to officers turning up two years after they officially died. It's either two years of back pay or two years in prison.

But don't worry about that, I'll see to it so that doesn't happen. What's that tatoo you've got on your shoulder? That number XIII? You didn't have that before.

I see that the lovely Lieutenant Jones has reported back…

The answer is that I don't know. That's on the list of things I need to find out.

Amnesiac or not, you haven't told me everything, Steve.

You've got something on your mind, it stands out like a boil on Miss Universe's ass. Something big, at that. I can help you out if you want.

You don't trust me, do you?

Sorry, General Carrington, but I don't trust anyone.

Oh, well. At least I tried. HE'S YOURS, LIEUTENANT!


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