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@@@@@It was cluttered with odd ration crates, bits of wood from broken boxes, a pile of papers which had overflowed from a wastebasket, and a large worn desk pushed into one corner
"Are you Kerrigan?" Hearn asked the officer sitting at the desk
"That's right, sonny, what can I do for you?" Kerrigan had a lean, rather battered face with a few teeth missing
Hearn stared at him a moment, his anger pulsing again"Let's cut out all this 'sonny' crap He was rather startled by his own rage
"Anything you say, Lieutenant
Hearn controlled himself with an effort'"I've got a landing barge over the sideHere's the requisition for the supplies I wantI'd like to get out of here without taking up too much of your time or mine
Kerrigan went through the slip"This's for officers' mess, eh, Lieutenant?" He ticked off the items aloud"Five cases of whisky, a carton of salad oil, carton of mayonnaise" -- Kerrigan pronounced it "myonize" with an amused brogue -- "two crates of boned canned chicken, a box o' condiments, a dozen bottles of Worcestershire, a dozen bottles of chili, a crate of ketchupRestrained tastes y' haveI surmise tomorra you'll be sendin' out a barge to pick up a coupla jars of mustard"Pick and choose, pick and choose He drew his pencil through most of the items"I can give y' the whiskyFor the rest of it, we're not runnin' a stop-and-shop
"If you'll notice the requisition is signed by Horton for the General
Kerrigan lit a cigarette"When the General runs this ship, I'll start to sweat before him He stared gleefully at Hearn"One of Horton's men, a captain something or other, picked up the supplies for Division Headquarters yesterd
