Twelve
I was laughing to myself as I left the phone booth. I knew that the General was on the verge of a stroke, but I also knew that he would work on all my requests. I had known him for a long time, since the days when he was a chicken colonel. We fought every time we talked to each other, but there was also a lot of mutual respect.
There was still some time left before meeting Gage when I got back to my room. I poured a small shot of V.O. and relaxed while I waited. Finally I figured it was time for Gage to have arrived, so I went downstairs to the bar and grill. There was no chance of making a mistake about him. He was sitting at the bar by himself. He was so big he should have been using two stools. I went over and sat next to him without looking at him. I ordered a martini and wait
