“It was a mild winter’s evening in ‘Japp’s Saloon and Speakeasy’, in the northwest corner of the only legal red-light area of the city. (The S.O.D.s believed in crime management.) Timaset Skooch leaned back in the aluminum framed chair, checking his cards carefully while wearing his best poker face. Across the table from him sat Jonn Deire, a large man who was trying very hard to out-poker face him and who didn’t enjoy jokes about his name much.” TryingCrimeManagementFaceNameItAndOfHimWhoBackMuchFromHisWasCornerChairWearingSaloonThe CitySpeakeasyNorthwestCheckingDeireJapp SLeaned Book:Loderunner Source: Loderunner
“But it’s a hundred and twelve years old!” He protested. “She still works pretty good.” Deire maintained. “Stardrive gets a mite twitchy at warp 4, but that’s just a dodgy plasma injector.” GoodSheAtPlasma4MaintainedInjectorDeireStardriveTwitchy Book:Loderunner Source: Loderunner