"You're a damn fool!" the old groundskeeper said. His words may yet come to haunt us, but for now, the buzzsaws are cutting a path through Lord Tiggles'* romping garden. We should reach the boneyard within a week, where we'll be able to obtain an uplink to the Akashic satellite network. With a little deft programming from Avari's squad, we should find the information we'll need for navigating the ultramonsoon that forced us down in this godawful place.
*Lord Tiggles, as you all know, is the thankfully-deceased pet cat--by which I mean a cheetah hybridized with assault rhinoceros DNA--of Baroness Krantznovikova of Tierijev, infamous for hosting a birthday party for Carmen Sandiego all those years ago.)
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