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things will happen if you don’t.”
    “What does he mean by that?” asked Steinbrenner. “Oh, never mind. I get the picture. You can call off your attack dog. I’ll call Coach Wolke, but he’s not going to take this well.”
    Steinbrenner went down the clubhouse to talk personally with Coach Wolke. President Miller settled into his chair in the owner’s box. He gave a nod to one of the secret service agents, who immediately passed on a coded message. “PODUS says tonight will be a heavenly night,” whispered the agent into his headset. “There are Angels in the outfield. Go all in.” A bookie at the other end recorded and placed the wagers.
     
     
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    Interest and gambling on tonight’s Yankees-Angels baseball game was unusually high. Guido set up a big-screen TV at the border so guards still on duty from both sides could watch. Colonel Lopez was up, and wheel chaired to where he could see the game on a big screen, too. Even the Spider Commander had canceled his original bet on the Yankees and was all-in on the Angels. Rumors get around. The only one who didn’t have a clue was Mountain Storm. He monitored the game intently from his hilltop stronghold, wearing a Yankees hoodie sweatshirt.
    In a surprise move, Yankees Coach Wolke started a rookie pitcher, Mickey Cruz, who had only seen limited action in the bullpen. Coach Don Wolke, a genius at evaluating and developing new talent, must have seen something special in Cruz. The kid pitched no-hit ball for the first five innings before leaving the game with a pulled muscle. Cruz gamely argued he could continue, but according to Coach Wolke, it would have been foolish to risk aggravating an injury for such a bright pitching prospect. Coach Wolke masterfully brought in seven pitchers, all throwing no-hit ball, giving the Yankees to a 2-0 lead into the ninth inning. Coach Wolke gathered his players for a pep talk and final secret instructions. They charged confidently out onto the field. However, in a total meltdown of concentration, the Yankees committed five errors in the top of the ninth to lose the game in a heartbreaking 3-2 decision.
     
     
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    Guido took possession of the four cruise missiles and the tactical nuke. Mountain Storm was visibly shaken by the loss. Guido tried to comfort him. “Better luck next time,” advised Guido. “You gave it your best shot. The Yankees should have won that game. It’s just not fair.”
    “Life is not fair,” cried Mountain Storm, still not believing his beloved Yankees’ meltdown. “You’re exactly right,” said Guido. “If life was fair, Elvis would still be alive, and all those impersonators would be dead.” “Who?” asked Mountain Storm. “Guido, I need a big favor. I’m in a real bind.” “Sorry, but I can’t extend you any more credit,” said Guido. “You don’t have any more nukes do you?” “You do not need to know that,” replied Mountain Storm. “What I need is for the Legion to bomb my base up in the hills. I have one cruise missile left. I will set it up and let you bomb it. Then I will spread the debris around to make it look like the Legion destroyed all five of my missiles. Don’t worry, I will have all my militia safely out before the attack.”
    “I don’t get it,” said Guido.
    “I need to cover up my gambling loses,” explained Mountain Storm. “If the Empire finds out what I did, they will not give me any more missiles. In fact, they will probably kill me.”
    “Because you are a friend, I will help you,” said Guido. “I will call in an air strike from the Space Weapons Platform T. Roosevelt. You have one day to clear out.”
    “Thank you, Guido,” said Mountain Storm. “You are a real pal.”
    “Yeah that’s me,” said Guido. “Remember, in the future, gamble responsibly.”
     
     
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    AP News Release:
     
     
     
    Captain Joey R. Czerinski, spokesperson for the USGF Foreign Legion in Scorpion City,