IC: Frank was prepared for resistant’s, what slipped his mind was the fact that Ziglet would most likely not approve. Frank knew when he had been beat. “You win this time, but mark my words, this is not over.” Frank walked away, but already he had a plan to take his revenge. Frank began heading toward the barracks.
Taze hid the case of brew under his bunk. wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing. Grabbing a few bottles and hidding them in is pocket, hey headed back to the court yard.
When Mr. Masta arrived back at his office, the pile of papper work was still on his desk. “where is that assistant?” He said to himself. He then sat down at his desk putting his feet up. Then he ‘accidentally’ kicked the paper work on to the floor. Masta then tried to press the intercom button on his desk with his foot (which made him felt like an idiot). “Could the janitor of District C please report to my office for clean up duty.” after that was said, he pressed the button again with his foot. While he waited, he picked up his still lit cigar that was sitting in his ash tray. All he had to do now was puff on his cigar and relax.
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