Back in the library at the CF central command post at Bow Lake, after an unusual period of silence, the telephone rang.
“Commander Metcalf here. Put Commander Wozniah on the line.”
“Commander Wozniah here.”
“Well, a top of the morning to you, bro’.”
“It’s still night here, bro’. And to what may I attribute this pleasant call?” CF Commander Wozniah asked, because he already knew the “what.”
“Put the congressman on the line.”
“We don’t know where he is.”
“Oh, but you do, and you will get him for me. You see, I have here in my little white hands all sorts of juicy material that America, especially the Jews, would love to know about.”
“Oh yeah! Why not go ahead and release it?”
While CF Commander Wozniah spoke, the other communications devices in the central command office lighted. Th
