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Show Alone Page 142 no dealings whatever with this strange provisional sentry system been ordered to set up. The old tarpaper shack looked convincing - for the Ozarks. But the "old mountain grampa" sitting on the iteps was obviously the result of a makeup job not much more skillful tat can be seen in regional theater. die still freshly indoctrinated, and eager to apologize indirectly iprevious behavior, Axelrad had once semi-sentimentally suggested : might be a nice touch to use the first words he'd ever spoken to :erone as passwords here. 'uck you Grampa," said Axelrad, and got to pass on up the slope into s extensive razor wire-encircled backyard. isoon as he'd suggested it, Axelrad had already come up with a stren-ijection to that password. All gung-ho back in those days, he'd been :o please and had habitually kept his brain working on extra overtime, suggestions and soon retracting them, trying to please Mr. Cicerone is enthusiasm and mental agility. He'd pointed out that some stranger, ilebe on maneuvers or survival training from one of the nearby military Les, might easily in the course of a normal conversation say "Fuck fflpa" to an old fart who was barring the way with an antique coon I gun that was actually an Uzi semi-automatic in clever disguise, loons? There were no coons around here. The mythic South had captured Jdy's imagination these days. Even supposedly serious paramilitary :ations like this one, with everything to lose from lax security.) it when Axelrad had first seen the cheap corny makeup job on "Grampa," ired that "Fuck you Grampa" would be the safest password of all. Mr. |
