The Happy HellionsTheir employer wasn't joking when he called their target "a dustbowl that thinks it's a fortress." The Mentak had been holding out for hours, pinning them with support weapons and bogging them down with ambushes and booby traps, and for the fourth time today, Denjar was thankful he hadn't been stingy about his eye protection. A plasma grenade had gone off on the other side of the wall, blasting the concrete into molten globules and nearly catching Denjar and Namiri in a brilliant blue plasma bloom five meters in diameter. Reflexively, he covered his face with his SR-46, squinting as his visor scrambled and tried to filter out the worst of t