Thursday May 22, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Part I: Wet Feet


Captain Tagon: Nice shot, TAG.
TAG: I told you I was five nines of certain.
TAG: There appears to be one human casualty, likely an enemy gunner.
Captain Tagon: Is he dead? Can we nanny-bag him and question him?
TAG: He was about thirty centimeters too short for that. Though he is thirty centimeters shorter now.