The Plotters

"No, not yet. Wait till he's asleep," Carlo whispered in his scratchy, working class Meowan.

Max pretended not to hear.
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I am one easy physical test away from being qualified and deployment-ready for work in Antarctica. The test is scheduled for next Tuesday. I'm still on "alternate" status; the gig is not yet a sure thing.

I've got one foot on The Ice, and the other foot on a banana peel.