Renegades (Expeditionary Force, #7)

by Craig Alanson

There was no point to me arguing about how I was being treated, because I agreed with the people who considered our last mission an overall disaster. Anything else would be like asking Abraham Lincoln’s wife if she enjoyed the play, except for that last part.

“I’m a monkey and I noticed. You’re supposed to be from Nepal?” “It won’t work if I say I’m from Nebraska, Joe. My followers think I have special powers to perceive the cosmos, or some bullshit like that. I have a brochure if you want to-”