Thursday August 30, 2001
Breya:Captain, I just had a thought about the zealot terrorists we've got on ice.
Tagon:Sell them to the highest bidder? My thoughts exactly.
Breya:No, put them to work for us.
Tagon:Zealots make poor mercenaries, Breya.
Breya:Not if we're all fighting for the same cause.
Tagon:Their approach is all wrong, though, I prefer taking the long, safe shot to marching into enemy territory with a bomb strapped to my chest.
Breya:But if they are wearing the bombs, our paychecks go further.
Tagon:I'm not sure whether to rejoice or mourn your ability to say that with a straight face.