Wednesday June 27, 2007
Book 9: The Body Politic — Part II: Royal Flush


Ennesby: Commander. . . word is getting around that you are looking for a new demolitions chief.
Ennesby: There is also a rumor going around that the position is cursed. Hob blew himself up, and Pronto died naked.
Ennesby: Right now the only person crazy enough to take the job is probably too crazy to be trusted with it.
Kevyn: You've gotten pretty at the eavesdropping thing.
Ennesby: If you know what to jack into, these walls really do have ears.