(SA) Interrogators

Tonight, Ron Evans takes us on a dangerous Pacific War assignment in his story entitled The Interrogators. Well, more so. Now if you would drink. Let's see. I have gin, whiskey, and a bottle of brand-aid.

Some of the genuine French stuff. Whiskey and Waterloo, thank you, Lieutenant. I heard you were in the area, sir. In fact, I rather anticipated an inspection. not here for an inspection. You'll have me on board for your next voyage. Something quite special, eh?

I see, sir. Mmm. It's going to be quite a squeeze. You have a spare cabin? Hardly up to your... uh, stand and, sir? Does it matter? You'll be using it and I shall use this cabin.

Oh. Yes, of course, sir. Yeah, will you be staying tonight? No, I'll have to. We sail in an hour. Abarrably alongside Shorty to top up the long range fuel tanks. So soon, sir. It's top security from this moment, Lieutenant.

This is an opportunity we've been waiting months for. Indeed, the very reason why we've kept this captured Japanese motor torpedo boat in these waters. We've cracked the latest jet code, and we're going to snatch somebody more than the usual jet soldier, old chap.

A general no less. In fact, General Kobayashi himself. Kobayashi. But he never leaves the Philippines. and that's where the bound of Tenet Waback, all the way with the Japanese ensign fluttering on our stern. But we can't just sail into Mandela Harvard, and if we have to, we will. But an intercepted Japanese signal has revealed that the general is making a tour of inspection of

the South Philippine coastal defenses. And with luck, we'll nab the blighter with his pants down. The Marine Sergeant haskins, I was right in on that little lump. Of course I didn't know where we were off to, until long after we'd slipped out to sea from Port Moresby in New Guinea. All the way to the Philippines,