âHowever,â the Supply Officer continued, âI will very cheerfully withdraw two bottles of gin from my own ration as a present for you and Private Quade when youâve finished with the roof.â
âMary, you scared me, sir!â Hodicky gasped through his smile. âWeâll get right on it.â He turned to dart back into the store room. But as the little man did so, he paused and turned again. âSir,â he said, âI ought to just keep my mouth shut, I know, but.⦠Look, itâs just as much against regs to issue your own booze to enlisted men as it is to let a couple bottles disappear. Whatâs the deal?â
Waldstejn smiled, more at himself than at the question. âLook, Hodicky,â he said, âif you get caught and my ass comes up on charges as a resultâfine. I trusted somebody I shouldnât have and I got burned for it like I deserved. I never swore to anybody Iâd make sure enlisted men got pissed on beer and officers on spirits. But my accounts are going to be straight because I say they will, not for some damned regulation. Now, go fix the roof while I take a look at whatâs happened inside.â He walked toward the counterâs gate.
âItâs like you said, Pavel,â Private Quade called from above. His head was silhouetted against one of the larger rips in the lobby ceiling.
âCome on down and help me carry,â Hodicky shouted back. âWeâre in a hurry.â
Hodicky waved the Lieutenant through into the stores area and followed him. In a low voiceâthough there was no one nearer than Quade, whose rapid footsteps were slanting toward the ladder at the back of the buildingâthe Private said, âAh, sir, I noticed lots more rat droppings than weâd thought when I was checking things out a moment ago. The shipment of warfarin hasnât come inââ it had, but Hodicky had checked the invoice himselfââand you know how they give Q the creeps. While youâre in the locker, why donât you withdraw some digitalis from medical stores. Iâll lace some flour with that and put it out for Q, you know. I donât like it when he gets upset.â
The holes in the roof now lighted the warehouse more than the glow strips did. Waldstejn frowned at his subordinate in puzzlement. If Hodicky knew that digitalis was poisonous, then he did not have some wild-hare idea of using it to get high on. The officer sighed. âAll right,â he said, âbut be careful. You two are the only staff Iâll get from the Major, and I donât need you keeling over with heart attacks.â
âThank you, sir,â the Private said. He began to walk briskly down the aisles toward the back door of the building.
âIf this bombing means what Iâm afraid it does,â Waldstejn called after him, âI guess weâre going to have worse problems than rats in a little bit.â
Maybe you will, Pavel Hodicky thought as he jogged between racks of boots and uniforms. For the Privates, though, a couple of rats named Breisach and Ondru were the number one problem. If Hodicky did not take care of it fast with spiked gin, Q was going to do it his own way. At the moment, Hodicky was still uncertain which result frightened him more.
CHAPTER THREE
The pounding on the door was audible over the gnat-swarm keen of the computer terminal. Private Quade wore a taut expression as he returned to Waldstejn from the front lobby. âI shouted through the door like you say,â the Private explained. âHe wonât go away. You let meââ Quade drew a trembling breathââand Iâll get him to leave.â
âNo, wait here,â the Lieutenant said. His desk beside the terminal was littered with computer tape and hand-written notes. It was a rush job and he was a long way from finishing it. Quadeâs condition, however, indicated that Waldstejn had better
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