Wednesday August 4, 2004
Book 5: The Scrapyard of Insufferable Arrogance — Part IV: Hand it Over


Ennesby: Captain, that expanding cloud of debris. . . there seem to be three points of origin.
Tagon: Yeah. The Athens, the Sarasota and the Scrapyard.
Ennesby: Nope. Wrong spectra. It looks more like the Scrapyard, and a pair of breached annie plants. Big ones.
Tagon: Well, they're not from that pair of Thunderheads. They're still functioning.
Ennesby: Provisionally, I agree. Regardless, we've got another player in this game.
Tagon: I'd yell "Battle-stations" but we're 2500 light-years away, and watching through a nine-minute delay.
Ennesby: Hey, if you want me to change the channel, just say so.