“Pass the word to communications,” Blitzkrieg said, never changing his tone or his smile. “I want them to get Captain Jester on the horn for me. I have a new assignment for him and that ragtag gang of his.”
“Yes, sir,” the aide snapped, and quickly retreated from the office.
Several things troubled the aide as he headed for the communications room to carry out the general’s order.
First, he had been thinking of requesting a transfer to Jester’s company himself, and had been merely waiting for the right time to submit the necessary paperwork. As it was, however, it occurred to him that this was not the proper time for such a move, either from the viewpoint of the general’s mood or from the fact that it looked like he had something unpleasant in store for that unit and its commander.
Second, he wondered if Captain Jester was aware of the general’s animosity toward him, and even if he was, if he would be able to handle or avoid whatever unpleasantness was currently being aimed at him.
Finally, something occurred to the aide that had apparently escaped the general’s mind-that if Omega Mob was reporting directly to the general in Colonel Battleax’s absence, then ultimately Blitzkrieg would be responsible for whatever they did on this new assignment they were being given.
All in all, the aide decided that the best place to be for a while would be on the sidelines as an observer and not anywhere near the actual action and/or repercussions.
CHAPTER ONE
Journal # 171
Contrary to whatever impression might have been created by the first volume of these notes, butlers, even those seasoned by years of experience such as myself, are neither omnipresent nor all-knowing.