Saturday August 20, 2011
Book 12: Force Multiplication — Part III: Fight or Flight


MAX: I'd toast regular doses of RED number two, but "to my health" sounds cliche.

MURTAUGH: Hello, Maximilian.  You're not wearing your usual mask.

MAX: Hello, Major.  No, I'm not.

MAX: So... I get shot in the face.  When I wake up mostly naked and completely unarmed I find you debarked here in full kit.

MURTAUGH: Is my presense here unwelcome, Max?


MAX: Your presense means that my repose was eventful.