Andy and Kit got out of the back. The car shifted noisily on its springs as the fourth passenger got out, a bulky ork in a trench coat and slouch hat as out of place in the sultry morning heat as a swimsuit on a battlefield. Chrome glinted from beneath the ork’s brows. Tom had to take his eyes off the ork as Andy came bounding up to greet him like a long-lost brother. Which, in a way, he was.