Saturday June 7, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Part I: Wet Feet


Captain Tagon: Narrow the scope of your paranoia just a bit, okay? Let me worry about perimeter security. What's the biggest threat after that?
Pibald: Probably the Catcher. If it fails, we'll have quarter-ton packages plowing through the team at almost twenty meters per second.
Pibald: But it's self-contained. No external feeds to cut, I inspected it, and we own the switch. I suppose I could have missed microcharges, like a nanofilm on the gravy bus, someone might be standing off with a detonator, waiting for the perfect moment. . .
Pibald: "You are the wind beneath my wiiiings. . ."