Sometimes, no matter what you plan or intend, things take a right turn from normal. Meat ships are more like a random unplanned hairpin turn through the alps in whiteout conditions while you're speeding.

It's really no wonder Blin was upset before Stacy had even finished her speech. He'd just gotten his a pint, after all. hadn't even gotten to drink it yet.

"Seriously? Come the bloody f%^k on, I got out'a this damn mercenary gig already for a reason."

He ran a hand through his hair and whisk smile off before carefully walking the hallway; it was bright enough, after all. All those podbabies yet to be birthed were like light bulbs in an otherwise empty room.

This was going to take some serious drinking to forgive.