up, yawned and stretched. With great reluctance the sun had finally
merest tap of his own loosely clenched fist. They moved respectfully
Yes, funny nickname, goes back to the academy, something to do with
No.
Fido, breakies.
You said that? I accused. He nodded sagely. Why?
To do what?
Youre on. I unstuck my canteen and took a swig, then whistled to
if you see anything-anything at all.
The table was in the way. I launched myself across it just in time to
Hello, Tremearne, are you there?
The Commander-or Alphamega-which name do you prefer? Since you are