Sunday September 26, 2010
Book 11: Massively Parallel — Part V: Command and Conquer


THUG: Contact.  Their Unioc is right around the corner.  Full power-suit.  Can't see his weapon.  Might have A/P rounds.

THUG SERGEANT: Right.  Gordon, you and your nutcracker take point.

EBBY: Noble adversaries! Now that I have your attention, I offer a bargain!

Drop your weapons and walk away, or seventy-five percent of you are going to die.  You have until the count of three.

EBBY: One!

EBBY: Two!

THUG: Monkey?

EBBY: Three!

EBBY: I don't think you gave them the full count of three.

GEN. TAGON: "Noble adversaries?"  If I'd been faster I would have popped 'em before you finished that stupid speech.