said G'Liat staring down at the prostrate form of Clyde McClintlock.Mark Ellis, clamping the pipe stem in his teeth still knelt beside the one-time colonel. “He's alive,” said the commander around the pipe stem. Looking along the body, Ellis noted that McClintlock's suit was relatively clean, indicating that there had not been much of a fight. Using sensitive fingers, he felt along the spine, checking for any evidence of injury. “As far as I can tell, he's simply unconscious. We should be able to move him.""Who is he?” asked G'Liat, growing more curious, but seeming unconcerned about human flesh against cold, hard ground."He's McClintlock, the leader of the Tejan ground forces on Sufiro I told you about,” stated Ellis, his eyebrows crossed. “He's the one who laid down arms and made peace with New Granada.” Puffing furiously on the pipe, Ellis remembered seeing the colonel's face in the ceiling that morning. His brow knitted slightly and he looked back at the form on the ground.
