I flicked a few buttons and ran anothersimulation. This time with both our lethal mist and a Grand Canyoncemetery bordering the mountains. Jets in the air spraying thecanyonwith firepalm after the Molochs fell into them. The computer ranthewar game. I smiled when I saw the result.
Fifteen minutes later when they enteredmy office, Rab, Carmen, Eric, and Steph agreed with me.
“I like that,” Rab said. “Even ifthey get through the mist they die in the canyon cemetery.”
Stephanie nodded. “I like the wayyour mind works, major. I don’t think I would have ever thought ofthat.”
“Yes, the major has a devious mind,”Carmen said.
“I think I would prefer the term‘shrewd’ or ‘strategic’.”
“OK, you have a strategic, deviousmind.”
“Yes, that’s much better.”
Rab continued. “Even if, for somereason,
