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out of here and over to interrogation before I personally shoot him."

"Oh, let me shoot him, General," Jersey said, winking at Ben and lifting
her M-16.

"You people are crazy!" Paul hollered.

"I'll match you for the honor," Cooper said. "I got a coin here in my
pocket."

"No, let me shoot him," Beth said, reaching for her M-16. "I haven't
shot anyone all day."
"Fine," Ben said. "Go right ahead."

"Good leapin' Jesus Christ!" Paul screamed. "Get

28 me out of this crazyhouse."

The Rebel winked at Ben and turned the prisoner toward the door.

"Look, man," Paul started babbling. "I'll wash dishes, I'll mop the
floors, I'll clean out the toilets. I'll do anything. You can't just
shoot me down like I was hog for slaughter, man. Give me a break. I
ain't really a bad person. I'm tellin' you, man, I got information in my
head. I..."

He was still babbling as the Rebel led him off.

"God," Ben snorted. "It's amazing how so many of these slimeballs can
turn into a one-man revival when captured."

"Speaking of revivals," Beth said. "Here comes Emil Hite."

"General, my general!" Emil shouted, bouncing into the room. The man had
more energy than a generator. "I have found my land of dreams on this
beautiful island. Like George Fenimore Cooper and his Paradise Lost..."

"That's Milton, Emil," Ben corrected. "John Milton. And it's James not
George."

"Whatever," Emil said. "This is where I wish to spend the rest of my
days and like Admiral Byrd, let this be my final resting place."

"Byrd is buried on these islands?" Beth asked. "I didn't know that."

"Charles Lindbergh is," Ben said. "Over on Maui, I think."

"General, I heard the most beautiful singing this afternoon. It was so
... so inspirational, touching a part of me I thought would never be
touched again. I thought it had died when my youth faded away. It moved