“Rickie, Frankie,” General Whitmore greeted the Clay brothers. Cho-Cho, the brothers’ drummer/orangutan, grunted in dissatisfaction. “You, too, Cho-Cho,” Whitmore smiled only a second and returned to his expressionless glare.
“We’re in the middle of a tour, General,” whined Frankie.
“Sorry boys. We have information that Khrushchev has hired an East German assassin to take out Vice President Nixon as he attends your concert tonight. It will be your job to protect the Vice President and eliminate the assassin.” Whitmore passed over a photo. “Her name is Heidi Klaus.”
“Why do they always have to be pretty?” Rickie asked with a sigh.
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