[Note additions. ^_^ ] Lemanz nodded. "My father fought in the war, with the Sand Demons -- the 17th Gear Regiment. I followed in his footsteps and joined up with the Republican Army as well. I was assigned to the 5th Cavalry Legion in Saragossa until fairly recently." A slightly faraway look marked the woman's green eyes. "And now I am here. And if everything checks out on the contract, I will indeed be working with you." > "Ah," Silas acknowledged. "Well, I hope that you do. I've read your > profile. It would be good to have a pilot with military training to build > on." > "Silas, I thought you left your military favoritism behind," Jezabel > interjected into the conversation. > Looking at Jezabel, he unabashedly corrected the woman. "I only became > disillusioned with Northern Revisionism, not solid, Gear piloting skills." Lemanz measured the man's words. Good that he was no hard-line Revisionist. Those people always seemed so closed-minded and petty to her. > Jezabel gazed at the gray-haired vateran blankly. "Should we order a round > of drinks," she asked, flagging down a nearby server. "Juliette?" "Water for me," Juliette answered. Seeing that they already had a waiter's attention, she added, "with lemon." [others order drinky-poos] "How long have you worked for the Colonel and his wife?" Lemanz asked of Finn once her drink arrived. "And what can you tell me about your other pilots?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- This message brought to you by the HG-PBEM "OVERDRIVE" mailing list. http://www.bluething.org/overdrive/