Ras Alhague is […] nearly due north of Lesath, in the tail of the Scorpion, at the distance of 51 degrees: […]

You're still having problems with that idiot you employed last year? So, what's new?

[…] while Mrs. Scott-Baxter, his fourth (and trophy) wife, blonde and young and bored, glowered at the Baxter spawn like a mother mink in a mink farm, just waiting for a jet to strafe the facility, affording her an excuse to feign terror and eat her young.

Sir, we are getting more modern equipment. In some cases the equipment we are receiving is a little war weary. It does take some rebuilding and repair. … [W]e are doing everything we can with Air Force assistance to bring up the level of maintenance of those aircraft that are a little war weary.