The young woman stared at The President for several moments. "There were rumors," she finally managed, "that you could do such things, but we weren't sure they were true. The Supreme One said they were just fables made up by your people to frighten the feeble minded. Certainly, most certainly! If I can fulfill this function, I will!"
"Good!" The President praised, starting to undo his clothes. There was a rap on the door. "Come!" he called.
The door opened and a young female Captain who was almost constatly at Major Smith's side, entered. "Something wrong, Capt. Holiday?"
"No, Mr. President," the officer answered, "The Major mentioned quite discreetly, that your energies were low and you needed a power source. That the young lady was going to oblidge, but had control problems. I thought perhaps two would be better than one."
"No!" Sing objected.
The female officer looked at her. "I'm a Psy!" she remarked, "Especially trained in these matters. I have provided energy for a male worker as he journied before. You have a great deal of potential, but you don't know how to use it. He could save hundreds, maybe thousands of lives tonight. Would you want him to fail because you didn't want to share?"
Sing looked hurt, then muttered, "Oh hell! Get your clothes off!" The President and his companion giggled happily as they began to undo their clothes. The President got into bed, his two companions joined him.
"I wondered why this bed was so big," Sing commented, "now I know."
The President and The Captain giggled again. "Quiet down, you two!" The President insisted. "I've got to go to sleep, though it's going to be EXTREMELY difficult!"
"One question," Sing asked. "What's Operation Dill Weed?"
"20,000 men," The President answered, "I've sent into hell. But it's vitally important they complete their mission."
"Oh!" Sing sighed. "I don't think The Supreme One is going to like whatever it is they're doing!"
"That he isn't!" The President assured, "That he ISN'T!"
The President had vague memories of exploding guns and screaming men when he woke up a few hours later, to the phone buzzing. "Yes?" he asked.
"Mr. President!" came Major Smith's voice, "we just received conformation all four Dill Weed units reached their primary objective and destroyed them. They are now proceeding to their secondary targets. So far 216 casualties."
"Thank you!" The President acknowledged. "Give me a full report in the morning. Anything on the air strikes?"
"Only that we're tearing the hell out of them, sir. They're fighting desperately but we're just blowing them out of the skies!"
"Thank you!" The President concluded, and hung up. As he snuggled back down Sing snuggled up to him and though she was half asleep made it very apparent what she wanted. It was several minutes before The President got back to sleep. When he awoke a second time, in the morning he found it was The Captain who was demanding attention. He fulfilled her needs and drifted off again.
When he awoke completely, he found The Captain was already gone. He woke Sing and told her to get a shower and get going. As soon as she was done he jumped in. When he emerged into the lounge area the Captain approached him with a grin. "The Major's still sleeping," she explained, "but I have your briefing, sir. We've destroyed 620 of their combat aircraft. They have 580 left. But we've got all their top of the line air craft including The Russians and The Chinese that joined them. We've destroyed 520 support craft. We believe perhaps 70 are stil in operation. We've destroyed 340 helicopters. They probably have about 85 left. Besides this, we've destroyed every civilian craft they had....215 of them! They were all on the ground, none were in the air. So, we didn't do any civillian damage. Five of their missile batteries are still in operation.
General Hayes says he thinks that was pretty damned good. We lost 32 planes, 80 are seriously damaged and will be down for some time. However, we lost only five pilots. All the rest were rescued. Operation Dill Weed was a complete success. 320 casualties. All in all, sir, an incredible night!"
"I would say so!" The President agreed. "$320,000,000. Well, I guess that was a pretty good investment I don't mind paying!"
"YOU paid for that operation YOURSELF?" The Captain asked.
"Sometimes," The President answered, "when you ask men to take a supreme risk you must offer them a little extra.

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