he said with a low voice, " Major O' Rourke sends me to assist."
"Fuck ...", Dwight muttered.
"Sir..?" Lee Kwan asked.
"Uhm ... good afternoon Mr. Choi, please have a seat," Dwight said.
"Please call me Lee, Sir, "the Asian replied friendly.
"Uh ... Dwight ... the name is Dwight," the Sergeant spluttered.
"Well certainly Sergeant Dwight ...," Lee started but was interrupted.
"Dwight ... just Dwight is fihe marine said.
"Yes, certainly, Sir ..." he stopped when he reized a painful expression
in the Ameri' s face.
"Uhm, Dwight it is o meet you," Lee smiled. "I am from Korea, but I
have been living in the USA since 15 years. Major O' Rourke told me you are
traveling to Korea very soon?"
"Uh ... yes but, you know Lee, this is a bad moment, I have a lot of things to
arrange. we meet, let' s say tomorrow at 07:00 hours sharp?" Dwight
asked.
"Certainly S.., Dwight, but the Major said ..." Lee was trying to say.
"Thank you, for your uanding, " Dwight said and opehe door.
Lee looked as if he wao object. His dark eyes were suddenly pierg
into the Sergeant' s blue eyes. Dwight narrowed his brows. There was
something about this guy. He wondered what his instincts wao tell him
when Lee had got up.
"See you tomorrow at 7 o' clock then," he smiled winningly, bowed again and
left.
"Uuuphhh.." Dwight snorted. He hit a button at his phone.
"Tommy?" he asked.
"Yes Sir?" he heard the voice of his secretary.
"Get me Chud Mike but fast!" Dwight ordered.
"Yes Sir, Lance Corporal Riley and Private Johnson asap," Tommy replied.
Chuck Riley was 6.2 ft tall and weighed 205 lbs. Vigorous gym training had
equipped the 26-year-old Lance Corporal with a gladiator' s body. He was the
undisputed Wrestling Champion of the base. Like many rearines he had
his blond hair cut to a