Cathcart stood there in the briefing room, staring at Scheisskopf, watching him, trying to find anyone flaw in the man, which he could use to discredit him. As he continued to stare he began to wonder, does Scheisskopf have any idea that I am trying to undermine him. Could he even possibly read my mind? Ha! Scheisskopf, a mind reader, that's ridiculous, Cathcart quickly thought afterwards. But what if that's what Scheisskopf wants me to …showed first 75 words of 2009 total…

…showed last 75 words of 2009 total…he needed to do is trade them for his men. <Tab/>"I don't care, bomb anywhere and as for danger... I don't know, just play chicken with each other, but don't die, I need your life for steaks." <Tab/>When General Peckem and Scheisskopf left the briefing room, General Peckem turned to Scheisskopf and said "We really got to look into this steak deal with the Germans."