“How are you, Major?” Reed called from the cockpit. “Let me think,” Smythe said as he breathed in air that had not been scrubbed by his suit’s filters. Even the whiff of stink coming from his suit didn’t make breathing unfiltered air any less sweet. “We parachuted into an alien city, dropped missiles off a roof, fell down an elevator shaft, played cop, stole a lorry, got flushed down a sewer and then chased up a tree by a monster. On Earth that would be remarkable, but for the Merry Band of Pirates,” he shrugged, “we call that ‘Tuesday’.”
