I am willin' to let this pass, but Nunzio doesn't.
"Maybe it's because the army is the major recipient of their tax money," he sez.
"But their taxes are being lowered, not increased by our campaigns," the captain frowns.
Just as it did the first time I heard it, this statement strikes an impure note in my mind. Again, however, I am not allowed time to pursue it.
"Whatever," the captain sez, shakin' his head. "The truth of the matter is, that while we cannot publicly condone incidents such as the one you were involved in, there are far worse things in the army's eyes than to be willing to fight for your men and the Military Code. The fact that you were willing to take this stand against civilians, police even ... and after only three weeks in the army too ... Tell me, have you men given any thought to going Career? Of making the army your permanent occupation?"
This takes us a little aback, as we have given this idea about the same consideration we would give pokin' ourselves in the eye with a sharp stick.
"Ummm ... to be honest with you, sir," I manage at last, "we was gonna see how things worked out in our first tour of duty before tryin' to reach any decision."
This struck me as a diplomatic answer, as it is not wise to tell a man you think his career choice stinks on ice ... especially when he is in a position of control over your immediate future. For some reason, however, the captain seems to take my response as an encouragin' sign.
"Perhaps I can make the decision a little easier for you," he sez, startin' to scribble in our files. "I'm promoting you both. Nunzio, you're a sergeant now ... and Guido, you're getting another stripe. Of course, we can't have you wandering around town now ... or your squad either, for that matter. It might get our civilian hosts upset. Tell you what. I'm going to transfer you and your squad to Headquarters Staff. There's always opportunity for advancement there. That's all, men. You can go now ... and congratulations!"
I would like nothin' more than a little time to think over this latest development, but it is not to be. Nunzio barely waits until we are clear of the commander's office before he starts on me.
"Guido," he sez, "am I crazy, or is the army?"
"Probably both," I sez, "though I'll admit I think the army has an edge on you in the 'foo-foo land' department."
"I don't get it. I just don't get it," he continues like I hadn't said anythin'. "I mean, we disobeyed standing orders ... even roughed up the cops for cryin' out loud. And we get promoted for that"!"
"It would seem," I sez carefully, "that we're bein' rewarded for 'action against the enemy.' I guess we just miscalculated who the army sees as 'the enemy' is all."
We walk on in silence for a few, each of us reflectin' on what has occurred.
"I guess there is a good side to this," I sez at last. "If we are gonna continue our attempts to disrupt the army, headquarters is probably the best place to do it from."
"True enough," Nunzio sighs. "Well, Guido, let me be the first to congratulate you."
"On what?"
"Why, on your promotion, of course," he sez, glancin' sideways at me. "I know exactly how much it means to you."
I think of hittin' him, but he has deliberately stepped out of range as he lays this on me.
"Nunzio," I sez, "let us not forget your own ..."
"Hey guys!! Wait up!!"
We look around to find Spyder comin' up behind us.
"Oh, hi Spyder."
"So what happened?" she sez, tryin' to get her wind back as she catches up to us.
"Well, there was a bit of a fight after you left, and ..."
"I know that," she interrupts. "I heard. Sorry I missed it. I meant afterward. Are you guys in trouble?"
"Naw," Nunzio shrugs casual-like. "In fact, we're all being transferred to Headquarters Staff ... oh yeah, and Guido and me got promoted."
He sez this real easy, expectin' her to be as surprised as we was. Strangely enough, however, she lets it skate on by her.
"What about the civilian authorities? What are you gonna do about them?"
"Nothin'," I sez. "Why should we?"
"Are you kidding? The way I heard it you punched out a cop! They aren't gonna just ignore that!"
"They're gonna have to," I shrugs. "As soldiers, we are subject to discipline by the military, not civilian courts."
"We are?" she frowns, stoppin' in her tracks.
"Sure. Don't you remember? They told us about that back in Basic."
"I told you you should pay attention to the Military Law lectures," Nunzio sez, grinnin' at her.
"Gee," she sez, chewin' her lip. "Then I guess you don't need the help I brought you."
"Help? What help?"
"Well, I thought you were gonna be in trouble with the civilian authorities, and since I knew you guys was connected, I figured I should find somebody to pass the word to so ..."
Until now I had only been listenin' casually. As Spyder spoke, however, a loud alarm began to sound in the back of my mind ... a very loud alarm.
"Connected?" I sez, interruptin'. "You mean like with the Mob?"
"Of course," she sez.
"You went lookin' for the Mob?" Nunzio sez, catchin' on at last.
"That's right. Found 'em too."
"Wait a minute," I frowns. "When youse said you 'brought back help,' were you sayin' you've got somebody along now?"
"That's right," she sez, lookin' around. "He was with me when I spotted you a second ago. I may have gotten a little ahead of him, but he should ..."
"Hello Guido ... Nunzio ... long time no see."
The owner of this new voice melts out of the shadows close to us ... too close.
"Hello, Snake," I sez, edgin' a little away from Nunzio so we both have lots of room for whatever is gonna happen next.
"You remember me!" he sez, though his mockin' smile makes it clear he is not surprised. "I wasn't sure you would."
I don't think anyone would have trouble rememberin' Snake ... except for maybe, witnesses ... as he is what you would call highly memorable. He is tall and real thin, and has a habit of dressin' all in black like he is now, which is why he was able to ease up on us in the shadows.
"You guys know each other?" Spyder sez, hesitant-like lookin' back and forth between us.
"Oh, we're old friends," Snake sez in that smooth, purrin' voice of his.
"Actually, it's more like 'associates,'" Nunzio corrects, easin' even further apart from me.
While both Nunzio and me know Snake, we have never pretended to like him. He is one of the top enforcers for the Mob, but tends to like his work a little too much for our tastes. You have perhaps noticed that when the occasion calls for it, neither Nunzio nor me are adverse to the judicious application of violence, but as it goes against our delicate natures we have trained ourselves to terminate such encounters in the briefest possible time. Snake, on the other hand, likes to prolong and drag out his work as much as possible ... and he works with a knife. He can be as fast as his moniker when the situation calls for it, however, and though Nunzio and me had been confident about roustin' a room full of normal people earlier this evening, there is a serious question in my mind as to whether both of us workin' together can take Snake if things get ugly.
"Why don't you head on back to the barracks, Spyder," I sez, not takin' my eyes off Snake. "Our colleague here probably has some things he wants to discuss with us ... privately."
"Not me!" Snake says, holdin' up his hands palms out in what to my eye is an exaggerated show of innocence. "... Though I'll admit I think a conversation between us would be ... interesting. No, I'm just here to escort you to another old friend."