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


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?