“The only thing that’s pressing is assigning a team to a watchdog job. The client has a valuable shipment we’re supposed to be guarding tomorrow night.”
“Guard duty?” I frowned. “Isn’t that a little low-class for our operation?”
“I thought so,” she smiled sweetly, “but apparently you didn’t when you committed us to it two weeks ago. A favor to one of your lunch buddies. Remember?”
“Oh. Right. Well, I think we can cover that one with Gleep. Send him over . . . and have Nunzio go along to keep an eye on him.”
“All right.”
She started to leave, but hesitated in the door.
“What about Aahz?”
I had already started to plunge into the proposals again and had to wrench my attention back to the conversation.
“What about him?”
“Nothing. Forget I asked.”
There was no doubt about it. The staff was definitely starting to get a bit strange. Shaking my head, I addressed the proposals once more.
Gleep’s Tale
INEVITABLY, WHEN CONVERSING WITH my colleagues of the dragon set, and the subject of pets was raised, an argument would ensue as to the relative advantages and disadvantages of humans as pets. Traditionally, I have maintained a respectful silence during such sessions, being the youngest member in attendance and therefore obligated to learn from my elders. This should not, however, be taken as an indication that I lack opinions on the subject. I have numerous well-developed theories, which is the main reason I welcomed the chance to test them by acquiring a subject as young and yet as well traveled as Skeeve was when I first encountered him. As my oration unfolds, you will note . . . but I’m getting ahead of myself. First things first is the order of business for organized and well-mannered organisms. I am the entity you have come to know in these volumes as…