Politeness and self-preservation convince me to refrain from makin' any editorial additions to this comment.
"I guess I'll just say my goodbyes and head back to Big Julie's," she continues. "Any word from the other team?"
"They've called it quits, too," Nunzio sez. "You'll probably see them when you get to Big Julie's and they can fill you in on the details."
"So it's all riding on the two of you, huh?" she sez, cocking an eyebrow at us. "Well, good luck to you. I'd better get moving and let you get back to work. It looks like your friends are waiting for you."
I glance over where she is lookin' and sure enough, the whole crew is standin' there, alternately glancin' at us and mutterin' together.
Wavin' goodbye to Massha, we ambles over to join them.
"Who was that?" Spyder sez, kinda suspicious like.
"Who, that?" I sez, tryin' to make it casual. "Oh, just an old friend of ours."
"Scuttlebutt has it that she's the general's girlfriend," Junebug sez in a flat voice.
"Where'd you hear that?" Nunzio sez, innocentlike.
"Here and there," Junebug shrugs. "Face it, there can't be many people around Headquarters who would fit her description."
He had us there.
"Isn't it about time you guys told us exactly what is going on?" Spellin' Bee sez.
I realize, far too late, that we have been seriously underestimatin' the intelligence of our crew.
"What do you mean by that?" Nunzio sez, still tryin' to bluff his way out of it.
"Come on, Nunzio," Junebug sighs, "it's been pretty obvious since Basic that you and Guido here don't really belong in the army. You've got too much going for you to pass yourselves off as average recruits."
"You fight too good and shoot too good for someone who's supposed to be learnin' all this for the first time," Shu Flie sez.
". , . And you've got too many connections in high places," Spyder adds, "like with the Mob."
"... And with devils," Bee supplies.
"... And now with the general's girlfriend," Junebug finishes. "All we want to know is, what are you guys really doing in the army? I mean, I suppose it's none of our business, but as long as we're servin' together, what affects you affects us."
"Bee here thinks you're part of some secret investigation team," Hy Flie sez, "and if that's what's going on we'll try to help ... unless it's us you're supposed to be investigating."
"Well, guys," Nunzio sez, shakin' his head, "I guess you found us out. Bee's right. You see, the army wants us to ..."
"No," I sez, quiet-like.
Nunzio shoots me a look, but keeps goin'.
"What Guido means is we aren't supposed to talk about it, but since you've already ..."
"I said 'No,' Nunzio!" I sez, squarin' off with him. "The crew's been play in' it straight with us all along. I say it's time we told them the truth ... the real truth."
Nunzio hesitates, as he is not real eager to go head to head with me, then glances back and forth between me and the crew.
"Okay," he sez finally. "It's your funeral ... go ahead and tell them."
Then he leans against the desk with his arms folded while I fill the crew in on our assignment ... startin' with how the Boss's plan to keep Queen Hemlock from tryin' to take over the world fell apart when King Rodrick died, right up to our current plans to try to use our position in the supply depot to mess up the army's progress. They're all real quiet while I'm talkin', and even when I'm done no one sez anythin' for a long time.
"Well," sez Spyder, breakin' the silence, "the way I see it, we can't mess up every shipment or the army will just jerk us out of here. We'd better hold it down to one in five for a while."
"One in ten would be better," Junebug sez. "Otherwise ..."
"Wait a minute! Stop the music!" Nunzio explodes, interruptin' the conversation. "Are you guys sayin' you're willin' to help us screw things up?"
"Sure. Why not?" Shu Flie sez, puttin' a hand on my shoulder. "You and the Swatter here have been lookin' out for us since Basic. It's about time we did something for you for a change."
"Besides," his brother chimes in, "it's not like you're trying to bring down the kingdom or destroy the army. You're just out to slow things up a little ... and that's fine by us."
"What it boils down to," Spyder smiles, "is that after working with you two all this time, we know you well enough to trust you to not hurt us ... or anyone else for that matter ... unless it's absolutely necessary. I think I speak for all of us when I say we've got no problem putting our support behind any plan you think is right. Am I right, guys?"
There is a round of nods and affirmative grunts, but I am only half payin' attention. It is occurrin' to me that I am buildin' a better understandin' of what the Boss means when he sez he's nervous about commandin' more loyalty than he deserves. While the crew is sayin' they don't believe we would do anythin' to hurt them, I am thinkin' about how we set them up for the barroom fight in Twixt ... a detail I omitted when I was testifyin' about our recent activities. This makes me feel a little low, and while I am not about to refuse their help, I find it strengthens my resolve to avoid such leadership and decision makin' positions in the future.
"What about you. Bee?" Nunzio is sayin'. "You aren't lookin' too happy. You want out?"
"N ... No. It isn't that," Bee sez, quick-like. "I'm willing to help as much as I can. It's just that ... well, I was sort of looking forward to trying to get this place organized."
"You can still do that, Bee," Junebug sez, winkin' at him. "We still need to know what's going on, even if we only use the information to slow things up."
"It's just too bad we don't have our own teamsters," Shu Flie sez. "Then we could really mess things up."
"What was that, Shu?" Nunzio sez, suddenly lookin' real attentive.
"What? Oh. Well, I was thinking that if we could have our own drivers to do the delivering instead of using army wagons, we could scatter our shipments all across the kingdom."
"No ... I mean what did you say about teamsters?"
"Teamsters," Shu repeats. "You know. The guys that drive freight wagons ... at least, that's what we called 'em back on the farm."
I look at Nunzio and he looks at me, and I realize from our smiles we is thinkin' the same thing.
"Spyder," I sez, "you found the Mob once in Twixt ... do you think you could do it again?"
"Sure," she shrugs. "Why?"
"I got a message I want you to get to Don Bruce," I smiles. "I think we just found somethin' he can do to help us."
Chapter Seventeen;
"Ya gotta speak the language."
-N. WEBSTER
"HEY, SWATTER." Shu Flie sez, lookin' out one of the warehouse windows, "do you know there are a buncha wagons and drivers sitting outside?"
"No," I sez, "but if you hum a couple bars, I'll fake it."
Okay, so it's an old joke. Like I've said before, the army runs on old jokes. Unfortuitously, this particular joke is apparently a little too old for our farm-raised colleague.
"Say what?" he sez, lookin' kinda puzzled.
"Strike that," I sez. "Are they army or civilian?"
While it is procedure to have army wagons and drivers take shipments out of the supply depot, deliveries from suppliers is done by the supplier's own transports, and are therefore civilian.
"Civilian," Shu sez.
"Are the wagons full or empty?"
"They look empty from here."
I look over at Nunzio.
"Think it might be the teamsters we're expectin'?"
"Easy enough to check," he shrugs. "Hey Shu! What are they doing?"
"Nothing," the Flie brother reports. "They're just sitting around and talking."
"Sounds like them," Nunzio smirks. "I think it's your deal, Junebug."