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Gordon flashed a nervous grin, like he'd just discovered sex.



"What's our flight path?" Alex asked.



"Uh . . ." A quick glance at the map rollout. "Greenlandupcoming."



"Good. Hate to be overNorway ."
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"Why?"



Why. Didn't the kid listen to the downside news broadcasts? Gordon, this is your planet! Don't you
care? No, he probably didn't. It was his grandparents planet.



"There's war inNorway . If we flew over, somebody would cruise a missile at us sure as moonquakes,
and we'd never even know which side did it."



The new tiling was wonderful. In the old days, the ship's skin would be glowing; but now . . . Four
thousand degrees and no visible sign at all. Still, they'd be glowing like a madman's dream on an IR
screen, new tiles or no, and that was all the Downers would need to vector in on.



"Which side?" Gordon mused. "What are the sides?"



Alex laughed. "That's one of the reasons we can't be sure. When it started, it was what was left of
NATO defending the Baltics." Non-nuclear, but it just went on and on and on. Alex didn't really care
who won any more than Gordon did. "After a while, the Scandinavians and the Russians took a nervous
look over their shoulders at the glaciers, and East versus West became North versus South."



"Silly bastards. Nye kulturni."