Modern Military System - 12 Dima The Bartender and Cook

Luckily, one of the bodyguards that always by his side gave him a message from the intel of the carrier strike group. “General, permission to speak freely?” He asked him as he handed down a file written with a pencil because there wasn’t any printer on that bar.

“Sure, go ahead,” Lance said as he opened the files which contain the file on the intel team and based on the report, the count of the town is the one to blame for his assassination based on the journal and observation. The conclusion was that the count is the contractor considering everything that happened in that port town.

“Hmm, our intel surely does it jobs, but what if he is not the suspect?” The private asked Lance.

“Well, the evidence of absence is not the absence of evidence,” Lance replied.

Dima came to him and gave him a plate of beef manhattan which basically meat, mashed potatoes, gravy, and toasted bread. Dima worked as a cook and bartender in the bar to fill his free time while Lance did his investigation. “Comrade, cheer up, and eat this comfort food. Might I serve you some wine too, sir?” Dima said to him.

“Thanks, Dima, you will be a good father, you know,” Lance said as he closed the book and dug into the food.

“At this age, maybe I will marry her even if I can,” Dima said, referring to Amara’s mother.

“Haha, good enough, you can’t handle a baby after all, and you got two beauties surrounding you, and she can support that drinking habit of yours,” Lance said as he put a piece of mashed potato.

“Gee, you are always criticizing my drinking habit, aren’t you?” Dima said as he took a seat in Lance’s table since every customer in the bar had been served. He took Lance’s book and read it all out, “You’re not going to get anything from this, you know?” Dima took a conclusion just from reading from the title alone, ‘Portsmouth Harbor Traffic Report.’

“Hey, I just want to spent my time. we got him Dima,” Lance said.

Dima read the book for a brief time, “Who is the lucky guy?” Dima said.

“It’s the count, count Ferdinand Glas” Lance said as he ate the gravy with a spoon.

“Well, What are we going to do then? Assault his palace? Let’s go” Dima offered his help, which Lance replied with a grin on his face.

“What are you talking about guys?” Amara said. Dima left the table to serve another customer, and Amara was not as her shift since the morning shift was for Dima and her mother.

“It’s a secret, what do you need sweetie?” Lance asked her.

Lance thought for a second then something crossed his mind, “Ok, time to do a clean up” Lance said as he shook Amara’s hand.