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He was wearing a black T-shirt. But other than that, there was no way to know who he was.
CLASSIFIED
THE REPUBLIC OF CHACHA
13:45 HOURS
The red phone rang and MoMo grabbed it quickly. “It is you, my dove?”
“Now, who else would it be, MoMo?”
MoMo smiled, then frowned. “When is MoMo to receive his weapons, Ladybird? Already, I have funneled one billion dertmaz into your account through secret means and killed everyone involved with the transaction. Also, you have said unkind things about The Peacock in the press.”
“Oh now, MoMo, you know that’s just politics. Once I’m president, I’ll lift the sanctions against your country.”
“You are the femur of my institution, Ladybird Hope. Long may you wave. When you are president, our union will set free the doves of entropy. When can we be together as we were in the hot tub here at Camp Peacock?”
“Remember, MoMo, we’ve gotta keep that part a secret.”
“We can’t go on together with suspicious minds.” MoMo giggled.
“That giggle is disturbing, MoMo. I’ve told you about that.”
“I am sorry, my dove. It’s just that I have been thinking about our agreement and making the amends to it.” MoMo played the finger drum set he kept on his desk beside a bust of himself and one of General Good Times.
“You see, I have in my possession a very special video, which would make your election to president very difficult.”
“I thought you destroyed that, MoMo.”
“I hear you might get rid of the MoMo.”
“Now, why would I do that?”
“I am thinking a June wedding. Is very nice in the ROC in June.”
“MoMo? Have you been nipping off the crazy juice again? You and I can’t get married.”
“Why not? Is perfect way to solve all our problems. Will be like royal wedding, and our faces will be on plates for the peoples to eat from. And we could to have the situation comedy on television. Maybe with nutty neighbor who borrows our plunger and makes to ogle the br**sts of our daughter all the time.”
There was a moment of silence on the other end.
“Okie dokie, Peacock,” Ladybird purred. “First we do the arms deal and you secure The Corporation’s rights in the ROC. Then we’ll plan the wedding. Three days.”
“I count the time like my hemorrhoids.”
“TMI, MoMo.”
“TMI to you, too, my darling.”
Agent Jones had been summoned to the conference room. Urgent was the only word on his pager. Ladybird sat waiting for him on the flat-screen TV. She did not look happy.
“Agent Jones. Report on the girls.”
“Um, no change. They’re doing okay. In fact, they’re proving to be surprisingly resourceful.”
“Resourceful? You want to talk resourceful? Resourceful is being from a backwater town in Idaho and making it from Miss Teen Dream to Corporation stockholder to presidential candidate without letting your lipstick go cakey once, Agent Jones. Resourceful is trying to figure out what to do when your secret arms deal and your foolproof plan for gettin’ elected go to H-E-double-hockey-sticks.” On the screen, Ladybird Hope spray-painted an assault rifle with a stencil of her name in bubble letters.
Agent Jones stood with his hands behind his back. He knew from experience that silence was often the best offensive. In a moment, Ladybird inspected her stencil work and smiled. “I do love me some arts and crafts. Anyway. Me and the Board have talked it over, and it seems to us that we’re missing a valuable opportunity here. Why just drill when we can take over the whole dang country?”
