The Mercenaries Page 34
by Bill Baldwin
He shook his head and looked around the Schneider's tiny wardroom, considering such arcana as dull moments. There were times when he wished he might have a few, just so he could catch up on all the moments that weren't. And he hadn't even considered what was happening to him personally: his mysterious new assignment—and the added responsibilities that would come with that territory. Closing his eyes for a moment, he wondered seriously how well Onrad's CIGA-weakened capital would endure the savage attacks that would soon develop in the skies over Avalon.
Then he shrugged. Clearly, he would have little trouble seeing all of it firsthand—so long as he managed to stay alive....
