Monday July 24, 2000
Book 1: The Tub of Happiness — Diplomatic Pouch of Doom


Breya: Well, we have our investors behind us again. Now we need to make a big splash in the press.
Breya: I've hired us out as couriers for a Creeth diplomat. There is a temporary cease-fire between the Golbwerians and the Creethlings.
Kevyn: You've sold Captain Tagon on the idea?
Breya: He liked it. There won't be any shooting involved. We're just a high-speed taxi.
Kevyn: It sounds simple enough.
Breya: What could go wrong?
Narrator: What indeed?
Tomorrow. . .
Sign:Diplomatic Pouch of Doom
Kevyn: She was not asking you.