Publisher's Synopsis
"It's gonna be fun," Martin said. "You always say that," Jerry said. "Almost always is." "Almost never is," Jerry said. "And where'd you get these uniforms? U.S. Special Forces, circa 2047?" "Had 'em made," Martin said. "Unlikely anyone here's seen 'em. More like military uniforms than ours. Got a tailor in Gloversville to make 'em. Close to U.S. military, but not as though we're trying to fake it." "You know eventually the federal government's going to catch wind of what we're doing and arrest us all, right?" Jerry asked. "I don't think it's gonna be a problem," Martin said. "We're on their side, remember?" "And why aren't you wearing a uniform?" Jerry asked. "Not cool enough for you?" "I'm going as your driver, Gen. Zerboli, because I want the soldiers to accept you as their commanding general," Martin said. "I don't want them to pay attention to me. That way, I can observe without people being on their best behavior." "So I got the short straw without even drawing straws," Jerry said.
