Thursday August 12, 2004
Book 5: The Scrapyard of Insufferable Arrogance — Part IV: Hand it Over
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Breya: What about that other Superfortress? Is it holding fast on the Scrapyard?
Kevyn: Yup, and it swatted those eight missiles just fine.
Breya: Oh, good. Our friends will live for at least another few minutes.
Kevyn: I fired another thirty just for grins. I set 'em all to random-walk this time. So he'll have to sit pretty close to be sure he gets 'em all.
Kevyn: Oh, I know that look. That's the "I can't say anything nice right now" look.