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Show 149 It's done. Good job, too." The Major leaned back against the desk, and marie himself comfortable. "Hard to get good work in Oji. Who did it?" "Labor Office. Did this on the side. Didn't take any t ime." "No time, mebbe, but material - " Smead looked at the Major, uncertain of the tone, "Yeah " "Brass, for instance. Hear you've got brass. And I been thinking about it: I couldn't get brass for hell or high water. Speaking of which" - and he glanced at the window, obscured by the streaming rain. Then ha turned back, sociably. "How'd you manage?" "Oh" -- now Smead peered at the Major, and his words came reluctantly - "ways and means." "Ways and means." The Major flicked his swaggerstick and looked out the window. "I tried that once. When I was getting my house fixed. Heard of a bathtub down in the dockyard -- first-rate tub; they took it off a beached freighter. Rut you know what? I never got it. I made a mistake: said something to somebody in Kyoto, a chicken colonel that was, and he damn near took my ass off." The Major chuckled at the memory. "It's hurtin' yet. This Colonel talked for twenty minutes, and all I remember is Korea. Not much of what he said had to do with Korea, but that's all that staid." He leaned forward confidentially. "You come in at Zama? They've got wrote up at Zama what they call the |