Sunday June 2, 2002
Transcript
Narrator:Millions of miles from target echo, a prison module falls toward a star.
Narrator:The equipment here has been silent ever since the Gaolers gated themselves to relative safety... At least up until now.
SFX:Chuff
Narrator:A hapless wallet appears with only the most marginal increase in local air pressure.
Narrator:Meanwhile, back at target echo...
Gav-0:Well, what did we get?
Kevyn:I'm mapping traces all over, but the signal is weak. I think the wallet got copied, but I don't know where the copy ended up.
Kevyn:Move sensor six, and throw the wallet again.
SFX:Chuff
SFX:Chuff
TRBoE:
SFX:chuff
Kevyn:Signal's still too weak.
Megiddo:Hey, that's my wallet. gimme that!
SFX:Chuff
Kevyn:Whoa! Great signal strength! Whatever you just did, do it again!
Gav-0:Right... Captain, would you mind stepping over here for a moment?
TRBoE:
SFX:Chuff
Megiddo:Yup. We're stupid enough to keep stepping through that hole.
Megiddo:At least we've got plenty of cash on us.
Trinko:


