The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #14194   Message #303628
Posted By: catspaw49
22-Sep-00 - 11:35 PM
Thread Name: Sgt.Kat and Her Howling Mudcat Commandos
Subject: RE: Sgt.Kat and Her Howling Mudcat Commandos
Catspaw had considered how ill advised this whole venture was as he stared at the phone. He thought for a moment how ill advised his entire life had been. Why should this be any different? He picked up the phone and dialed through the scrambling program. It took a few seconds extra, but it insured privacy. The baritone voice answered sounding tired and strained, demanding to know the caller.

Its your Aunt Matilda bacon boy.......Just listen. If you got the Prof and Leej, have them at Guido's tomorrow night..........Yeah I know its a restaurant, I'm using the kitchen after hours.............don't ask, just be there................Look dumbass, if you want to pull this off, just show up with the crew after midnight. In the meantime, grab some costumes.....we want to look look servers..caterers..whatever............Not too flashy though. Get the Prof rigged out in a "Tour Guide" appearance.............Yeah..............Enough with the questions. You're worse than the FBI shrinks that beat me around after the Chelsea business..........BE THERE.

Catspaw hung up and again wondered what on earth had happened to everybody. It used to be all he had to do was say it and it happened. Now every mercenary out there questioned his every move. Tlak about your ill advised moves....She was young, he was drunk. What did that have to do with his professionalism? Maybe this would bring him back to where he belonged.

He had already gotten the poor sap to do the Afghan Tour. Jimmy said it had been easy to get him to buy off on it. Catspaw wondered what the poor devil thought now. At this point he would have been tossed out over the camp where Sgt.Kat was being held. If he survived, he would be the star player in the breakout. The poor guy didn't have clue at this point and Catspaw only hoped he would still be there to pull this plan off.......the "Party Plan." Catspaw smiled at the brilliance of it. Then the abject terror took over at the implausibility of doing it at all. It was the only chance. A small team could do it. A large force would be a Bay of Pigs.

He picked up his bags and headed for the plane waiting at the airport. A quick flight to DC and Guido would pick him up. Maybe he could get some rest tomorrow. After that, there would be no time.