Friday June 20, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Part I: Wet Feet


Ennesby: Don't feel bad, Thurl. I live and breathe to migrate and execute code between disparate systems.
Ennesby: Besides, these Credomar icewalls have more holes than a colander store. They've been hacked so many times my biggest hurdle was getting in without the rest of the intruders seeing me.
Ennesby: Fortunately, I'm very, very good at what I do.
Captain Tagon: I just got a text ping from Efrim in Southport. "Peek-a--boo, I see you."
Ennesby: Ah, I see my plan for identifying the other intruders has already borne fruit.