"It's the only one on the board," replied Matt."Look, I don't know which one you are talking about, give me a clue." The one in New York City," replie... Matt with exasperation in his voice. "Oh, that one, are you sure you want that one?" Damn straight, we're two bad dudes," laughed Matt."Okay, I'm going to help you out, let me get my supervisor," the agentsaid, laughing all the way from the room."Hey Bill, we have some dumb shit kids that want that assignment in NewYork City, what should I tell. The EveningAfter the meal Ed decides it’s time he had a good wash. He didn’t ask for any soap because there were no instructions anywhere on the making of soap that had a zero environmental impact capable of being made with the materials available to him here, so he didn’t ask for any. However, when unpacking the wagon he found a box with a hundred and fifty bars of a soap that’s so environmentally safe you can eat it. He knows he soon has to get used to bathing without soap, but he does decide. I knew I could never live with that, so I had no choice except to go to the meeting immediately. On the way I called the Reverend Archer. It was a huge coincidence, that the Reverend was visiting a building just a block from the meeting. No one believes in them, but if they didn't exist, the word coincidence would not exist either. He agreed to help, without me having to give him a long explanation, which is also a miracle, which none of us believe in either."The plan came to my mind based on. "A surprised yelp from a specialist cut him off. "Sirs! The scanner isdetecting movement!"Gil twisted around as best he could in the weightless environment, and sawthe group of triangular giants - and their attendant clouds of smaller ships- splitting up. Some motherships, as Gil had come to consider the massivevessels, were heading toward a major bloc's space station, including his andits SinoBloc equivalent.A console beeped. "General! It's the commander of the SinoBloc outpost!"another.