> > Shamus clapped Luong on the shoulder. > > "You have a fine team --even the kid-- and I'm confident that you will >get > > this runty Southern piece of dawg crap up and running in no time. These >are > > just temporary setbacks that we've just got to work through..." > >"We will," Matsuo answered. "We have to. The time trials for the >Bulwark 1000 are in four days, and Silas wants to have you pilots >running test trials as soon as possible." "It'll be good getting back on the track. All this waitin' around is making me antsy. Where the hell is Bulwark, anyway?" >"I'm looking for the Colonel," a voice boomed through the hangar. >"Where is he?"There was now a man shouldered by two large men in >main entrance doorway. Shamus stepped out, unconsciously putting himself in front of Matsuo and the rest of the pit crew, protectively. He held a wrench against his thigh, casually. //Never can be too careful in this hell-hole.// "Colonel ain't here," he called out, affable but cautious. "What can I do for you?" _________________________________________________________________ Add photos to your e-mail with MSN 8. Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/featuredemail ----------------------------------------------------------------------- This message brought to you by the HG-PBEM "OVERDRIVE" mailing list. http://www.bluething.org/overdrive/