Sunday 11 April 2004

Narrator: The mercenary fleet under Tagon's command enters orbit over Yoming.

Schlock: We're here! On your feet boys! It's time to earn your pay!

Kerchak: You heard the Sergeant, troops! It's time to go pull some fat-cat's fat outta the fire.

Redhead UNS Sergeant: I'm gonna enjoy stickin' perps to the walls, Captain.

Ennesby: Captain, I'm unable to raise our employer on the comm.

Tagon: We're in orbit over the coordinates he sent, right?

Ennesby: Right.

Ennesby: It's just after dark down there so clear imaging is taking a little longer. There's an IR point-source fouling the low-light sensors.

Ennesby: Oh. Hmmm. . .

Ennesby: That can't be good.

Tagon: What? What can't be good?

Ennesby: The point-source is where our employer's building should be.

Tagon: The rioters got there early?

Ennesby: Ummm. . . no. Your garden-variety rioter doesn't leave glowing craters.