||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 06:45:47 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|One meter.Littlefield gave Ardo’s battle armor a quick glance, then smiled. “I wish we had time to hose you off first, son! You’re gonna smell just awful for the lieutenant.”The woman suddenly stopped struggling. |
Sam jotted a note on her hand. By noon it looked like she would be up to her elbows in pink frosting and cake crumbs.
psycho-pathologist, as well as a student of art, and the
Ardo could see them. They were charging around the factory, over the compound wall, around the Command Center. They were everywhere.
“Any real damage?” Lars asked his sister as she finished her inspection of the big robo-harvester.