Chapter 29: Missing Money

Chapter 29: Missing Money

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Arnim Zola clenched his buttcheeks as he tried to hold off his laughter as hard as he could, but he had one confusion, ~What does P.S mean?~

However, he soon realised there was more to the letter as he turned the page. There was something just for him, ~Arim Zola, you discount of a DC Penguin, surrender or I will feed you to real penguins. Red Skull will die, no matter what, while I respect scientists, if you want a way out, this is the time.~

Cold sweat covered his back as he stole a few glances at the red testicle head of Schmidt. ~He will surely kill me if I make a mess.~

"You take the car." As expected, he was not needed. Schmidt left in a mini rocket while he was given the car. Truly a simple disregard for his life. He once again read the letter and thought, ~What's even my life worth?~

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A-Well-a everybody's heard about the bird!

Bird bird bird, b-bird's the word.

A-Well-a bird bird bird, bird is the word.

A-Well-a bird bird bird, well-a bird...

Hector had handed the lyrics of the wacky song to a decent singer among his men with a decent guitar. The end result? PARTYYYY... Sure, after they buried their fallen 15 brothers.

Hector was cheering up the men for the siege of Rome. Mental strength was pretty important, as he knew that many of them probably already had PTSD.

"Awooooo..." Moony was cheering the men as well, he danced beside the bonfire, tippy-towing and wagging his tail. He was big enough to eat a man whole here, yet the soldiers loved him. They also started to call him the "Blessed Moony" Because every time he licked the wounds of a soldier, the wounds hurt less.

No one suspected it was his magical saliva healing them. As that sounded too absurd. Moony was already informed by Hector not to heal someone completely just to be safe. The last thing he wanted was someone coming after Moony to experiment on.

Meanwhile, as the highest General in the entire war and the US President, he had too much stuff to do. He had a tent set in the middle of the camp, it was heavily guarded against all sides, Logan was there too, now happily a Captain. Kennedy was acting as his assistant, helping in sorting documents.

Hector liked this kid, he had a smart brain, one a bit too adventurous sometimes but still intelligent. Not to mention, he came from an old family with a history of being in Politics.

In 1884, 35 years after the Kennedy family's arrival from Ireland, Patrick Joseph Kennedy became the first Kennedy elected to public office, serving in the Massachusetts state legislature until 1895. Since then, there has always been a Kennedy somewhere in the government.

While working, he decided to interview him, to see if he was even worth keeping close, "Son, tell me, what are your views on Civil Rights?"

Kennedy looked at his face for a second first, "There are 12 million black folks in our country. I don't see any issues as to why they shouldn't be given the same rights. If God really hated them, he wouldn't have made them."

Later the meeting started. It was mostly Hector's plan, however, as he was the boss of all military operations, the other two were just taking his advice. He devised the opening of a new Western front. This will ease up the Soviet Union.

But Hector had another objective. Soviets were able to get inside Germany or Germany's occupied region. They killed all the German commanders they could find. He didn't want that, he'd rather have them caught and lawfully tried in the trials and then hanged to death.

Although both resulted in death, one would help Hector show himself as just, while the other would allow the Soviets to gain glory.

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Despite what the plan said, Hector decided to end the war slightly quicker. This way he could return to nation-building. But, just then, something occurred back in the home.

U.S. Department of the Treasury,

United States Secretary of the Treasury, Henry Morgenthau Jr's office.

*Knock Knock*

"Sir, this report was submitted by the Inspector General, he said it's important." Henry Morgenthau Jr's secretary handed the man a file.

"Is the Inspector General outside? Send him in," he ordered and opened the file. He started reading it and slowly a frown appeared on his face. Soon it was changed into anger. He threw the file in the dustbin and stood up just as the Inspector General entered, "What kind of conspiracy theory bullshit is this? You can have your entire career ended by slandering against President Washington."

"Mr Morgenthau, all the words written in the file are facts, supported by evidence. Ten Million dollars(about 150 million in 2021) are missing from the treasury, the spending was signed by the President but the money didn't reach anywhere. We have lost complete track of it." Inspector General said seriously.

Sighing, Morgenthau took out the file from the bin again and read it slower, "Are you saying that the president is embezzling money?"

"It's not me, sir, it's the papers that are saying this." the man replied.

It was a dilemma now, by normal rules, he was to inform Congress about such things, but he didn't want to really, as this was not the time to start such investigations.

"I am authorising you to make a full report, but you are not to reveal anything about this to anyone, not even your wife. We are in a war, President is fighting there himself, and if we release this, either we will be chewed down by the public for slandering their president, or we will damage the President's reputation, bringing down his efficiency in the war. Once the war is near its end, we will submit the whole investigation to Congress." Secretary Morgenthau ordered and took his seat.

Sighing, he tried to think about what was happening, ~What is he doing? This isn't befitting his name.~

[A/N: Any guesses on what happened to the money?]

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