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Show Acting Alone pa g e 224 little-bitty whispered Amen from the political theory guy, and they were all up in that truck, thirty strong, raring to go. "Gosh, Sgt. Wamsutter, do you think we'll see any action today? Will there be any fighting, do you think, Sgt. Wamsutter?" It was a kid, not much more than a boy, really, and he was tugging Spikey's secret yellow armband. The boy was getting a little scared, which was okay so long as he didn't get too scared and jeopardize the maneuver. Spikey looked at him good before answering the question. He was a real handsome, dark kid, real little, and he had big black eyes like that one kid who used to be Spikey's friend in a secret way that he never talked to nobody about except once, off the record, with that big fat socialistical humanist. This kid was dark., and he had good, small, tight muscles all around him, like an Eyeranian. Except he was American all the way. Even went to Kiev High where Spikey himself was graduated from along with most of the other Hostages for Freedom. So Spikey decided to kind of try to take a load off the kid's mind and tell him the truth as he was told it by the political theory guy. Spikey put his hand on the kid's smooth shoulder and tried to make his voice go low and strong like Audie Murphy in the fine old black and white movies always used to do. Spikey never did like his own voice because it was too dang high. "No, kid. No action today. We're just gonna go ridin in and talk mean to some foreigners for a little while. Put 'em in their right place. That's all. You stick close nearby me, kid, and act like I act like, and you'll be okay." "Gee, thanks a lot, Sgt. Wamsutter!" said the kid, smiling up at Spikey |