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Final impactIt was the giant black barbarian-the marine called Jones. And the famous Kolhammer right behind him! What could this mean? Did they intend to carry out the-what did they call it?-the “sanction” themselves? He’d heard that about those, too. Their death squads in Australia had been made up of all ranks, even the highest. He assumed the same had been the case in Hawaii, but he’d had no way of confirming it, isolated from events as he was up here. “Get up,” Kolhammer said. The man’s voice was harsh and deep, reminding him of Grand Admiral Yamamoto. Hidaka climbed to his feet with difficulty, ashamed of his nakedness, his poor physical condition, and the running sores on his legs and feet. They would not allow him any clothes to cover himself. “You are Jisaku Hidaka?” He nodded, flinching from a cracking blow that never came. More shame heaped upon unutterable shame. “You know who we are?” He stood as straight as he could. “Admiral Kolhammer and Colonel Jones,” he said. “General,” the black man corrected him. “Congratulations,” he said with as much scorn as he could muster. “But I shall wager that you promoted yourself, Colonel ...» |
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