Post-Script
I think I might have developed
Into a very capable pickpocket
If I had remained in the public service a year or two.
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—Mark Twain
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KATLEGO
Private Katlego wandered out of the briefing room where the General had just finished handing them all back their curly tails. Call him negligent? It wasn't his fault Kasib had sent the men out into the countryside rather than keep them all here, where they could have kept an eye on the shuttles!
He oinked indignantly as he wandered through the base, past the still-smoldering tents that had caught on fire, scratching the coarse snout-whiskers he hadn't had a chance to shave. Thank Shay'tan his own tent was located at the back of the base, far from the firefight where the Angelic had slipped in from Ugarit. He passed a line of tent
