make them so they go to your heirs."
117 "What heirs?" laughed Bullet.
118 "Those you and your mate will have," insisted The Young Speaker.
"Now," he continued as he put the money and bonds in his pocket, "it's
time to let you know what I have in mind for you. Do you remember The
Black Death; dying men who, during the war flew risky or suicide
missions against the enemy?"
119 "Who hasn't read those stories?" sighed Bullet.
120 "I'm planning on forming a NEW kind of Black Death," explained The
Young Speaker, "not for the Army, but for The Guardian. A group that
will come and go from each city, supplementing the existing forces.
They will wear black uniforms with hoods and veils so their identities
will not be known. They'll have authority over any head officers and
will do everything from patrol to investigation.
121 As no one will know who they are, they will not be able to be
bribed or threatened. Sometimes there may be one or two of them in a
precinct, other times hundreds of them might be flown into trouble
areas.
122 "It sounds like quite an idea!" agreed Bullet. "My uncle's old
friends sure won't like it! It should make it very difficult for them
to operate! Even if they've bribed someone, if somebody else is with
him, and sees what's going on, he can't cover it up. I think you've
come up with something, something that will work. But what have I got
to do with it?"
123 "I want you to lead them," insisted The Young Speaker, "I want you
to be their Commander!"
124 "You're out of your mind!" cried Bullet! "It's impossible! I'm a
former Hood, myself. What Guardian is going to trust me?"
125 "Anyone I tell to," insisted The Young Speaker, "and you grew up in
The Hood Organization. You know them better than anybody else possibly
could. All their