Monday July 24, 2000
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?
Tomorrow. . .
Sign:Diplomatic Pouch of Doom
Kevyn:She was not asking you.