Larrye returned to his post at the bar to find an unprecedented
hundred and twenty-drink backlog on the screen. Max wasn't being
too helpful, either. He seemed to be having an intense conversation
with the Reever on the main vidscreen by the accounts register.
Seemed the Reever was upset about something, but the snippets
of conversation he could overhear as he rushed to fill special
orders, made no sense at all. It sounded like he said that the sun had contacted
the Reever and asked if They- whoever "They" were -had
gone? That couldn't be right. And just who or what was Albion, and why was it important
that it had suddenly reappeared? From where? Larrye knew that something strange
had just happened, but at the Mare Inebrium, strange is just another
day at the office.
Copyright 2002 By Bill Wolfe
To reach me, please email me at my favorite Email address: Strontidog@hotmail.com
Bio: Bill Wolfe lives in Knoxville, Tennessee with the Lovely Susan and the Hairy HooHaa. . . not even the people at The Pound would hazard a guess as to what breed SHE is. His only purpose in life is to go around explaining to people why the "sound barrier" has never been broken (and never will be) and that regardless of what you see on the Sci-Fi channel, Star Gate or Star Trek: Enterprise it is impossible to survive even a few seconds of vacuum.
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