Sunday March 18, 2007

Book 8: The Sharp End of the Stick
Part V: Dropping The Other Shoe


Narrator:Stranded, naked, and wet. Also, alive and free.
Kevyn:Let's get ourselves hidden. Underwater will work best. We'll be masked visually and on infrared.
Elf:And how do you suggest we breathe?
Kevyn:There's a reed-bed over on that shore.
Elf:How do you know the reeds are hollow?
Kevyn:Reeds are always hollow.
Pronto:Commander, if they're using infrared, these reeds will look like chimneys.
Kevyn:Warm carbon dioxide. . . The "smoke" of our metabolisms.
Kevyn:Sergeant Schlock will cover us with his body. . . We inhale through the straws, and exhale under a camo-blanket of carbosilicate amorph.
Schlock:So you guy are going to lie down and blow smoke up my
Kevyn:As I understand it, you don't have one of those.