Captain Lance Spender stepped out of the LAV and on to solid ground. He would never admit it to anybody, but he hated those damned hover-cars, despite how totally awesome everyone else thought they were. These days, everything hovered. Hell, his bloody toaster hovered.

The new GE Hovertoaster, the hovervision had told him. Nothing tastes better than floating toast!

He shook the thoughts clear and took in his surroundings. He and his command staff stood on the edge of a cliff that towered over the middle of a long valley. In the valley’s center was a small village flanked by two ski resorts – shut down now, due to it being July. Smoke rose from several buildings and a roadblock on the north end of the village.

“The rebels put up a good fight,” Lt. Belfin commented. “But we put them down. We lost eighteen, they lost sixty-seven.”

Spender sighed. It was July 1st. A holiday. Canada Day. And here he was, about to order other Canadians to be put to the hoverguns.