Part II of who's your daddy Billy
They escorted me, if thats what you want wo call it. One on each side of me lifting me by my arm pits. They were incredibly strong, shit, only my toes occasionally touched the ground.
I was taken to a doorway, just down the hall actually from the Message Center. They unlocked it. It opened to a tunnel about two hundred yards long, with a door at the other end. By this time, my arms are killing me, We went through the door at the other end and there was General Anthony. Oh Shit, I thought I was in some real trouble, boy little did I know.
Apparently, I had happened onto a celibration that was too classified even for me. The General told the two guys to take me away. I was locked into a small room. in total darkness. I sat there for days. Shit I was so hungry I could eat my own arm.
I heard the sound of keys opening the door. The light was so blinding I cried out in pain. When I was finally able to focus, General Anthony was standing there. I looked around the room and there was no sign of my two captors. The General told me "You have two choices. You can take your chance on a mission, or I can let my associates experiment on you". Just as he said that, the two guys came in the doorway.
I Looked him square in the eye, mustered all of my courage and asked "Whats the mission."
The General took me to another room nearby, and he told me to relax a bit, and he would be back to explain it all. The room was huge. it was set up like a nice apartment. I immediatly went to the kitchen and found a stocked fridge and freezer. I grabbed a beer, threw a pizza in the oven, grabbed a bag of chips and turned on the T.V. I had no idea of what time it was, or what day it was actually. Armed forces Radio and Television. Or as we call it AFARTS. A rerun of the Green Bay Packers playing the Willimington Warriors. Great, I love the Packers, and hate the Warriors. The Packers come back to win it.
The game was being played in Willimington Deleware. If there is a state to hate, it's deleware. I've been told that western Deleware is nice, but all I know is the city. The city that never sleeps, hookers, murderers, lawyers, robbers, actors, writers, artists, all of the scum of the earth. Did you know that Deleware's state bird is "The Finger".
It had been like that since 1943, when the Nazi's bombed the shit out of New York. 3 million dead. It was horrendous. We made them pay. Fifteen nukes. Obliberated Germany, and part of eastern europe. Screw them bastards. Sure we won the war, but the repercussion for detonating 15 nukes from the rest of the world was devistating.
stay tuned for part III (bill, that makes 3)
