To those familiar with his temperament, Shamus had been surprisingly quiet throughout the meeting. The very model of self-restraint, even. Only those team members standing closest to him could make out his clenched fists and overhear his muttering "Can't say something nice -- don't say nothing at all. Can't say something nice -- don't say nothing at all," over and over to himself. >Hanna spoke up. "I'll also need to work with all the pilots and Silas to >do prep work for the upcoming time trials." > >"Very good," the Colonel responded, clasping his hands together. "Unless >anyone has anything else, I think we all know what we need to do over the >next couple of days." After the meeting, Shamus headed directly for Hanna. "Prep work for the time trials, good. I need to ride." Instead of being infuriated, he seemed more demoralized than anything else. All he wanted to do was race, and nothing was turning out the way he'd thought. This readily apparent weariness made him look even older than his teammates than usual. _________________________________________________________________ The new MSN 8: advanced junk mail protection and 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail ----------------------------------------------------------------------- This message brought to you by the HG-PBEM "OVERDRIVE" mailing list. http://www.bluething.org/overdrive/