Friday April 16, 2004
Book 5: The Scrapyard of Insufferable Arrogance — Part I: Hand to Mouth


Hunnig: Perhaps you and your elite earth soldiers would be interested in some work, as long as you're here?
Tagon: Let me think out loud for a moment: You're fighting a civil war in which orbital weapons are being used against urban targets.
Tagon: Me, I've just collected three months worth of pay for half a day's work, and all that was flight time.
Hunnig: You should be grateful for your good fortune, and therefore willing to work for half rate.
Tagon: Maybe I'm getting soft, but I think that good fortune is being able to make payroll for the next three months without sucking dirt or being vaporized from orbit.
Hunnig: This is what people get for overpaying mercenaries.
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