So... now what?
Frostbite was never one to waste time on any sorts of negotiations, or... er... what the Atlantians called... poly-ticks. Thus, trying to understand such things, for the pachy, was like trying to count crabs on the beach - by the time a handful are sorted out, a dozen more had dug up out of the sand... and a half dozen others had decided to dig back down again.
To make things worse, she had just been...
