"I especially liked being held down and depowered by a 5,000 year old accountant who stuck a bar code on my head. That was aces." Zouichi rubbed his temple with one hand. "I don't know why they keep sending me on missions with all this talking. Aren't there any worlds suffering from a desperate need of explosions or something?"

"Yes, it's not going to look at all suspicious to have a doctor pushing a janitor's cart covered with medical supplies."

He ducks into a closet instead, grabbing two of what look like large professor's attache cases and handing one to Howard.