Thursday June 19, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse
Part I: Wet Feet

Transcript

Captain Tagon:Ennesby, Thurl. . . We need better intel.
Captain Tagon:I need you two to hack into the Credomar Net and sniff around a bit.
Thurl:Oh, sure. We'll just hack on in remotely. No need to worry about protocol drift or syntax dialects, let alone security layers.
Ennesby:I'm in. Do you want me to plant a virus?