Chapter 20 – Olympus Mons Gun Club
Dale awoke the next morning surprised he had actually slept. He checked the clock. 7:48 a.m. It had taken him a long time to nod off, and he wasn't ready to face the day yet. Nevertheless, it was time to get moving. He ignored the urge to pull the covers over his head and instead forced himself into a sitting position.
“Good morning, sleepy-head,” Eliza said. She exited the bathroom and walked over to the room's table. The hooker-wear was gone. She had exchanged it for the same rugged, unflattering clothes worn by most women of AmSec. She wore a thick, baggy shirt and loose, heavy trousers. Her bag was on the table, and she began rummaging through it.
“Morning.” Dale yawned and stretched. “So what's the plan?”
“We set out on foot for Olympus Mons Gun
