Tuesday December 23, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Part IV: Fuller's Soap


Ennesby: Bail out now, Brad. You don't want to be anywhere near your tank when it tumbles into the cityscape.
Brad: How many people is this tank going to kill when it hits?
Ennesby: Maybe a hundred. Unless you plow straight through the base of a good sized condominium complex. Then the number is higher.
Brad: You know what would be nice right about now?
Ennesby: A drag chute and a signed contract for exclusive hypernet rights to the stunt coverage?
Brad: A proper self-destruct. Or just a couple of variable grenades with nice, long timers.