Friday August 27, 2004
Book 5: The Scrapyard of Insufferable Arrogance — Part IV: Hand it Over


Ennesby: Captain, this doesn't make any sense.
Ennesby: The newcomer is within gravy range of the Thunderheads, but he's let them keep their annie plants online.
Ennesby: He's not so big that can't worry him at least a little. It's almost as if
Tagon: They've been suborned.
Ennesby: You can't just 'turn' an A.I. in combat like that, Tagon. That's ridiculous. It would be like. . .


Ennesby: I just got a call from one of our missiles. Says he's decided not to blow up, and would prefer instead to relay a message from an old friend.