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Frau Miyatake entered the building. She glared at the doorkeeper, who turned pale and completely forgot to ask for the counter signs.

"We have a problem! Numerous problems!" she exclaimed as she walked into the meeting room.

"Start with the least important. I'm not feeling particularly energetic today," replied the man sitting at the table.

"Harv Wallbanger is flying up from Panama City with Lietentant Colonel Biggles. He should arrive within the day."

"And he is a problem, how?"

Hilda teared up briefly. "He was the one who got my husband recalled in disgrace to Japan. He may look stupid, but he has skills that we are not yet aware of."

"And this Biggles?"

"A mindless drone from the US Army in the Canal Zone. Stealing peoples' lunches is his most clever action."

"Is this Wallbanger of any use to us alive?"

"He is connected to the American Woman. They have -- an understanding."

"Have him brought in. Biggles, too, if he doesn't put up a fight."

"I want his dog, too. My children seem to like him."

"Whatever. Anything else?"

"The Taxi Boss seems to have heard about the plot for the Pacific Fleet. He was visited by an agent of either the French or the Watusi Nation. We are not sure."

"France or Watusi Nation?"

"Apparently there is a Depression going on and he free-lances."

The man at the table sighed. He was tired. He had risen through the ranks of the German Foreign Service by the expediency of assasination, trickery, and the occasional sharply worded memo and just wanted to retire some place warm and most importantly, free of Nazis. If he could manage to pull off the destruction of the US Pacific Fleet and get Mexico blamed for it, the name of Heinz von Schlepwig would surely go down in the whispered annals of spying as the master of all subterfuge.

"Have them all killed. Report back with your success."

Outside the window, where there was posted a cute little story about a private eye looking for golden fecal matter, two small, brown dogs listened intently.