Lt. Jeracho is standing outside far from the construction project going
on, the MAUL War College HQ construction, that is.  He made up
blueprints, and from talking to construction workers, figures it'll be
done by days end or sometime tomorrow.  The location is a beautiful
place in Northern Minnesota, atop Moose Mountain.  It's built so it
looks like part of the mountain.  The construction was not done by days
end, so Jeracho returned to his 1999 Camero without T-Tops and
tried to get some sleep.
    He woke up covered in blankets, and there he saw Recruit
BharneKiller standing outside.  He got up.

"What's going on Recruit?"

"Not much, there almost done."

"Good!"

"I can't wait to move in."

A few hours later the construction people said it was okay to enter.  So

all MWC personal crowed through the main doors.  Jeracho, one of the
last persons to walk in planned getting some coffee, check out his
office, and decide on a carpet.  He walked into the lounge to see most
of the MWC members sitting on couches, drinking coffee, and smoking.

"Damnit!  Who said you could have my coffee?!" Jeracho screamed as if
the world was going to end tomorrow.

Mixed answers around the room were heard.

"Well, anyway, don't you have something to do?"

"Uhh, not really."

"Well, find something!  And bring a cup of coffee to my office."

"Yes, sir." said a Recruit.

As Jeracho walks back to his office, he remembers, he better contact
Most Holy.  He arrives at his office to see a cup of coffee.

"Wow!  That's good timing!  Well, better get a hold of MoHo."

As Jeracho switches on a little lever.

"Get me Most Holy, please."

"I'm sorry, he's not here."

"Not here?"

"Hey took off, we can't locate him."

"Umm, okay.  Thank you.  Notify the me if you know anything."

"Sure thing. *click*"

"Where the fuck could he have gone so soon?  Well, anyway,
better look into that Rouge Squadron."

"Attention all MWC personal, this is Lieutennant Jeracho, would Corporal

Shivouskii please report to my office."

About two minutes later, Shivouskii was in his office.

"Yes, Principal, umm, err, Lieutennant."

"Good to see you, Recruit, anyway, remember when you got into the Rouge
Squadron's computer files?"

"Yes, ofcourse."

"Well, I need you to do that again, on my computer, here.  And same
policy, if you're caught, we don't know who you are.  What'd ya say?"

"Umm, sure, I think I remember, allthough, it could take a while."

"No problem, I'll be back in a minute or two, I'm gonna go get some Coke

from the fridge, and search for Good Food[tm]."

"Okay, sir."

And with that, Jeracho left seaching for Good Food[tm] in the lounge.
Once more, he walked in and tons of MWC personal were sitting around on
couches.

"Don't you people have lives?"

"Umm, no, sir."

"Oh, whatever, I don't really give a damn, I have more important
things."

In a few minutes Jeracho was back in his office, with two cokes (both
for him, selfish, ehh?) and some uncooked ramen noodles.

"Hey, Corporal, how are you doing?"

"Good, I think I broke the code, no reply yet."

"Great!"

"Okay, I'm in."

"Oh, what a selection." Jeracho muttered softly

"What should I do?"

"Try, uhh...rouge2."

"Okay."

The document says,
"The Rouge Squadron is an anti-Barney....."

"Yeah, yeah." Jeracho reads a little and stops

"Sure, what next?"

"How about, backup."

"Okay."

This one reads
"Rouge Squadron's current infantry and such is:

One Infantry Division, 400 Troops
One Heavy Infantry Division, 200 Troops
Two Tank Corps Divisions, 50 Tanks each, of varying M1A1, M1A2
Air Fleet Comprised of 25 F16s, 5 Stealth Bombers of an Unknown Make, 20

B12 Bombers, and a navy that is in the process of being built.

They're located in Peoria, Illinois.

"Holy shit!" Jeracho screamed while crunching on a ramen noodle.

"Thank you, Corporal, I'll see that you get some kind of promotion."

"Thanks, sir!"

"Run along, now."

Jeracho quickly picked up a telephone and dialed a few numbers.

"Hello, Warrant Officer Nick here."

"Nick, this is Lieutennant Jeracho, do you know where Most Holy has
gone?"

"No, I don't, not a clue."

"Okay, I picked up some bits on the Rouge Squadron you might be
interested in, I'll fax them to ya....Incoming!"

"Got it, wh....Good god!  Where'd you get this?"

"I had one of the Corporal's up here to try and hack in and we picked
this up.  Since you're the leader of the Mechanized Infantry, I told you

first."

"Well, thanks...I suppose we should find Most Holy before we do
anything."

"Ofcourse."
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