Tuesday January 25, 2005
Book 6: Resident Mad Scientist — Part IV: Old Habits Die Hard


KEVYN: Ennesby, how could you be so stupid!

ENNESBY: Captain, I didn't know what it was.  It looked like loose cash in a damaged safe.

ENNESBY: Besides, Pi and Book had already grabbed it.  My job was to get their team out, and Book had a deathgrip on it.

KEVYN: "Death grip."  How fitting.

We now own the customer list belonging to an escrow agency for contract killers and political assassins.

KEVYN: It's like we stole fire from the gods, or something.

ENNESBY: In most myths the mortals get away with it.

KEVYN: Sure.  Until they die and discover why the gods can afford to be patient.