> "Well, sir, we were there doing some standard recon on what we thought
>was a launch point for a possible first strike force. As usual our intell
>was bad. Not that the information was bad, but I believe that the analysis
>was of poor quality. We went in. I wish I could say completely undetected,
>but I can not. I thought we got in fairly clean. Enough for a quick look
>around before the heat came in. However, they were waiting for us. Just
>they have been for several missions now. I can only speculate on the
>reasons why, sir, so I will include them in my official report. We got in,
>and somehow they found us. They found us, and tried to corner us. The only
>thing that saved us was Palmer. He did a lone rush on a squad of cardies
>and took them out, and almost got taken out himself. If he had not done
>that, sir, we would have been captured. I was lucky to get him back to our
>medic."
>
> He let things stay there for questions. The picture was not a rosey
>one, especially not the one that the official reports gave.
Kitanya was *not* happy, and this time, she couldn't control the slashing
of her tail that started whacking Brell in the leg repeatedly. She didn't
bother to stop it. "Everrrybody out," she said in a low, dangerous tone.
"I want to talk to this man alone."
(resp?)
"I don't like to rrrepeat myself, Commanderrr," she growled at Brell. "You
can have yourrr time with him when I am done. Now, get out." Her fangs
were showing more than usual by then.
(resp?)
She walked over to him and motioned questioningly if there were any bugs in
that place.
(eh?)
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A little girl asked her father, "Daddy? Do all fairy tales begin with
'Once Upon A Time'?"
He replied, "No, there is a whole series of fairy tales that begin with
'If elected I promise'."
