Wednesday July 7, 2004
Book 5: The Scrapyard of Insufferable Arrogance — Part III: Handle With Care


Tagon: Our target is here, on Blintjun-Lapi. The nearest proper city is 720 kilometers away.
Ennesby: I've got VDA units assembling hi-res images now, captain.
Ennesby: So far it looks like one of those places where the people have too many words for snow, and no word for deciduous foliage.
Tagon: Lieutenant, Schlock's squad better have their helmets up and heaters on at all times.
Tagon: And you don't have a uniform. Is this going to pose a problem?
Schlock: I hate snow. It makes my nether bits go all brittle.