‘But I want to go with you. I want to help. I’m not afraid to’ – he swallowed, face pale – ‘die fighting beside you.’ ‘Look at it this way,’ I said. ‘If we blow it, you get to die anyhow.’ Butters stared at me for a second, and then said, ‘Gee. Now I feel better.’ ‘I believe that there’s a cloud for every silver lining,’ I said. ‘Come on, Ramirez.’
