"Pilot to bombadier. Come in bombadier. Pete! You awake in there?"

Pietro Manetti looked up from his comic book and frowned.

"I'm ready," he announced to the burley little man scowling at him.

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Wednesday Afternoon

By the time he made it across the bay, it was already creeping up on 1:30 or thereabouts. He supposed he'd blame it on his lack of a watch. Hopefully they ate lunch late.

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Wednesday Morning ( Read more... )