well. Dwight had saved O'Rourke 4 years

ago, when a gang dealing teenagers had almost mao overpower

the former Captain and seize the drugs fiscated at the base. The young

Corporal had made a perfect career always supported by a grateful Captain

O'Rourke who had been promoted Major sihen.

"Dwight, I need you for that job. We ot risk sending in a ... hm ...

straight squad. You know uys. All fine soldiers and tough fighters, but

if they see a chid smell t they get trolled by their dicks. We

know that the North-Koreans have specialized agents who are traio

seduce Westerners and who are only waiting for a squad of horny marines.

You decide who will be on your team, take your time, I'll back you up and

I'll get you someone who knows North-Korea as intimate as I know my wife's

pussy." The Major laughed.

Corporal Thomas Dorset knew immediately that something had fucked up his

Sergeant's day when Dwight entered his office fuming.

"Get me Master Sarge O'Dowerty," the Secretary was barked at.

"Yes Sir, Master Sergeant Hank O'Dowerty," Tommy rushed to his phone.

Statioise garbled the satellite phone e, but Dwight reized

immediately Hank's drawling voice. Hank O'Dowerty was on a special mission

in Northern Iraq, hunting insurgents. Sihe i with Taylor

Henderson, the gang leader of the teens who had assaulted the base, Dwight

and Hank had bee close friends.

"You have to help me mate," Dwight leading. "Whom should I choose for

that suicide mission?"

"'t you wait `til I am back," Hank asked. The Master Sergeant stood

bare-chested in his tent. Outside was a temperature of 47 0 C. Sweat was

c his muscle packed torso, while he downed an ice-cold of

Budweiser.