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Andrew Roller Presents
GIRL PATROL
Chapter Forty
The computer room pulsed with lights. A man sat in a swivel chair.
He was overweight. He seemed mesmerized by all his equipment, and as he
gazed at it his eyes suddenly widened. Suddenly he jammed his finger
down on a buzzer. A dog came rushing into the room. Around its neck was
a collar. It looked like it had once been the waistband of a pair of
underpants. Three little girls came tumbling after the dog. And then a
rather short, fat, balding man came running into the room.
�What is it, Arnold?� the littlest girl, Becky, shouted. Arnold,
sitting in his swivel chair, was still gazing at his closest computer
stream.
�I�ve been playing with the Time Stream,� Arnold said. �I�ve found
one where Adolf Hitler is about to get the atomic bomb!�
�Oh my God!� Kim cried. Even Jan frowned, despite her habit of
ordering pizza and drinking the blood of the delivery boy. The girls began
undressing. The man standing behind them did too, and when he was
almost naked, wearing just a pair of underpants that looked like they�d
been shorn of their waistband, Becky went rushing past him into the other
room. She came running out again a moment later, holding her bear.
�C�mon, Cuddles!� Becky shouted. She shoved the bear into a pouch in
the back of her cape.
�Are you ready, Brian?� Kim, the oldest girl, asked the man who was
almost naked behind her.
�Yep,� he answered.
�Hold onto your underpants!� Kim told him.
�Yes!� Becky chimed. �Hold onto your underpants!� Brian grabbed
them, and it was a good thing too, for they were already sagging on his
hips.
�Hurry!� Fat Arnold said, still staring into his computer. �Hitler�s
discussing the plans of the bomb right now!� Jan ran to the wall along one
side of the room where the girls kept their guns racked. Brian followed,
as did the dog. Brian clutched at his underpants with one hand and grabbed
a big bag of ammunition with the other. The dog, named Woofie, barked
excitedly. Then the five of them ran into a metal box standing next to the
gun rack. And a moment later they were gone.
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