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A week later he pulled into the parking lot across the road from the base fence. With his binoculars he could see the silhouette target in the lower right hand corner of the Colonel's window. Unfortunately he could also see the back of the Colonel's head. Dumb turd didn't move his desk. After half an hour the Colonel got up and started across the room. I a flash Jim picked up the launcher, laid it across the top of the cab and pulled the trigger. The brick sailed over the fence and impacted dead center of the window. As Jim put the launcher under the canvas in the bed of the truck he could hear the Colonel yelling out his window for them to find the SOB that threw a brick through his window. As he turned right on Fort Street he could see the MPs searching the bushes inside the fence. Approaching the gate a couple of MP cars squealed around the corner and headed back toward where he'd just been. Hope the Colonel cools off in the next two weeks, he thought as the light turned green and he turned right.
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