See if there's anyone out there with a plan, or if we're going to have to make one up on our own.”
"We can do that,” Amos said. "Shouldn't be hard.”
"You sure?” Alex said. "This is Medina Station under occupation by a bunch of splinter Martian military expats. It's not Baltimore.”
Amos' smile was as placid as always. "Everywhere's Baltimore.