I stared at it. Tapped it with my knuckles. Groped about for
an unstoppable kick to his knee.
wasted by that firing squad?
He took the photograph and blinked at it, handed it back. Just like
And inside it there were four little blobs of light. Green, red,
Never! I shouted even louder in a cracked voice. Rolling over to
myths and ceremonies of the rites of passage for boys. The passage
Dreadnought almost smiled; leaned forward to whisper something in his
to speak, I am relieving Captain Tremearne and taking command of this
Jim-and Floyd and Steengo. Welcome Stainless Steel Rats. Your fame has