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FORT ORD, CALIFORNIA
APRIL 30, 1974
Chet rushed into his parents' kitchen, barely taking time to remove his loafers.
"Chet!" exclaimed his father: "What an unexpected surprise! To what do we owe...?"
Chet threw the book he had been carrying on to the table top, which his mother had been setting for lunch.
"Page 234, Dad. Is it true?"
Taro Kitahara picked up the book and read the indicated page.
"The Gestapo learned about their existence from Stalin, himself, prior to the great double-cross called Operation: Barbarossa. Stalin had made use of their services in terminating Trotsky. So, the Nazis thought it only fitting to do the same thing with regard to President Roosevelt!"
"This fact was verified in 1945, by certain files that had been seized from the former headquarters of the Kempeitai (the Imperial Japanese Secret Police), and translated by Nisei interpreters with the U.S. Army of Occupation. Unfortunately, the whole thing was ordered suppressed by President Truman, who thought the American national psyche was still too fragile to bear this harsh truth."
"Eight years later, the CIA learned that Stalin was, once more, planning to utilize the Heikegani-ryu. This time, to assassinate President Eisenhower! Consequently, they decided to beat him to the proverbial punch."
"They contacted this cult, themselves, through Joseph Kennedy...and a certain Bostonian Chinatown 'businessman' the latter had first become acquainted with during Prohibition."
"Several weeks later, Stalin was dead. Ostensibly, from complications caused by a paralytic stroke! The truth, however, was uncovered, in the fall of 1960, by a neo-Stalinist faction of the KGB. A cabal that immediately began plotting a suitable reprisal."
"This reprisal occurred, as already noted, on 22 November, 1963. Soon afterward, the aforementioned cabal was discovered and 'purged' from the KGB's ranks. Then, on 6 June, 1968, history repeated itself...with the death of the only politican whose immense popularity could have kept Richard Nixon out of the White House for a second time."
Chet took the book back from his father.
"You translated captured Japanese documents; right, Dad? And, if Eisenhower had died during his first administration, wouldn't Nixon have been sworn into office almost immediately? Making him President of the United States, fifteen years sooner?"
Chet's father was silent for a few moments.
"What are you getting at, son?" he finally asked.
"I've been talking it over with Uncle Jiro. And, he agrees with my assessment. This ninja cult is like a cancer. They morally poison everybody who retains their services! And, it's high time somebody excised them from existence."
Chet paused before continuing: "That's why I'm not returning to journalism school, right away. I'm going to finish learning all the eguzairu-do ninjitsu Uncle Jiro and Aunt Connie can teach me. And, then, I'm going to war against the Heikegani-ryu."
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PARIS, FRANCE
(JULY 1, 1991)
Dolores Gutierrez smiled as she heard the news via CNN.
"A Turko-Cypriot nationalist group called 'the New Janizaries' has claimed responsibility. They claim that Sheik Daoud Ibn Abdul was a traitor to pan-Islamic unity, by using Greek-owned tankers to ship his petroleum to the U.S."
Suddenly, her white Persian cat arched his back, and hissed with unadulterated fear, before jumping off her lap.
The semi-retired agent provocateur looked up, her trusty old Walther already appearing in her right hand. But, her surprise quickly turned to smiling delight when she saw who it was.
"Kim! What are you doing here?"
She jumped to her feet, arms outflung to embrace him. But, he held her off with his left hand.
"I met our granddaughter, the other day. I did not even know we had a son! WHY DID YOU NEVER TELL ME??!"
Dolores glared at him with undisguised contempt.
"Why? Because, for all your Communist rhetoric, you are as much a sexist traditionalist as any other Oriental! Had I told you that our time together in Texas had left me pregnant, you would have expected me to resign from the KGB, marry you, and raise the child. Mostly, in your absence. For, would you be around to help look after him? Oh-ho! No-no-no-no-no! You would continue to freely travel the world, fighting the good fight for international socialism. The same fate my father consigned my mother to, when I was still a child!"
Park looked at his on-again/off-again paramour with a mixture of shock and pity.
"So, you gave birth to a son in Moscow, and secretly gave him up for adoption."
"Si! And, I would do it again, in what norteamericanos like to call 'the New York minute.' I am not one of these pro-Detente moderates who seem to be multiplying faster than conejos, these days. I am a true daughter of Communism! And, I will continue to fight for my true parent, as I always have. Right up until my dying day!"
"Mui bien, mi corazon," replied the aging North Korean: "If that is how you wish it."
Before she could ask what he meant, she found her throat in the unbreakable grip of his right hand. And, right before she passed out, from lack of oxygen, she imagined that he was starting to grow taller.
When she awoke, she found out it had not been her imagination. As what she initially perceived to be a room with four gray walls, and no door, quickly revealed its true nature with a thunderous, yet all-too familiar sound.
"MEOWRRRRRRRRRR!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
To Be Concluded
Giantess World
