418 | John W. Warner IV Listen up. What precious little I did know I wasnt allowed to share, orders. Orders1. You need to grow up and take it on the chin like I have, we still have a big war to win, so forget what Nazi propaganda bullshit you heard, especially about the South Pole. Everyone upstairs expects us swabby peons to do their jobs perfectly and quietly. As I said in Cairo, ONI and OSS security across the board is now tight as a dogs asshole. Secrecy at all costs. He pointed back to the Bear. You want the Russians to have our atomic and airship science? The Celestial Devices shit FDR talks about? Trust me, well be fighting the Reds next, this war could go on indefinitely. From now on you need to respect protocols with honor and discretion, or else. Everyone you see around here, enlisted or officer, has been given extra pay, everyone signed newly-minted ONI, G2, or OSS security contracts with a capital punishment clause for spilling any loose beans. Two men have been recently imprisoned on my order! Its the only way to keep security extra tightfear and intimidation. I dont particularly like it either, but I agree its the only solution. You could end up in Norfolk Brig with a life stretch or shot dead, so watch that big mouth of yours. Am I clear? Bernie chested up to him. I just love your bedside manner when What? Are you gonna punch me again? Go ahead. Or did those Krauts on board sway you to their way of thinking? Bernie walked off. Were really done here. Learn to forgive unconditionally someone said, if thats even possible… What? Cant take the heat? An albatross mother pecked at his leg. Hit the road, bird. He turned. Principle of Correspondence. As above, so below. And believe me, youre the one below decks, you and your secret upstairs pals calling the dirty shots. Every little action has bigger consequences in the cosmos. Remember that. Palms swayed in the distance. Olive drab Packard staff cars and two deuce-and- a-half trucks were parked in a neat row. A medical tent was quickly set up; several of the Crazy Horses crew had mild radiation burns and fiostbite. Three Quonset huts were fifty yards off the Bears bow, and a platoon of Marines and sailors secured the area; most just admired the airship, their jaws wide open. Even with a huge open scar, he was still impressive, glittering in the strong sun. Men walked underneath it, amazed.