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 Bundie hiffed in a percussive [[QIB]]. It blapped spectacular. It threw up dirt and sand and left a decent ditch. The SIV stopped on a dime. It backed up. Its front turret swivelled round and regarded the crater. A fire hose extended. and filled it with water. The SIV rolled over it.
-“Holy hell,” muttered Tucker. “Self-sourcing liquidity. That's pretty cool.”
+“Holy hell,” muttered Tucker. “Self-sourcing [[liquidity]]. That's pretty cool.”
 Bundie thought, ''that's more than “cool”. That’s ''unbelievable''. Where the hell is it sourcing that cash?'' Then Bundie knew it: ''this was no ordinary [[SICAV]]''.
-“Throw in another. They have limited reserves. They can’t do that indefinitely.”
+Chip said, “Throw in another. They have limited reserves. They can’t do that indefinitely.”
-Tucker bit off the pin and tossed in another [[QIB]]. “Roll ''this'', Fatboy,” Tucker chortled.
+“Wait — ” Bundie muttered.
-The [[SIV]] retooled. The hose snapped back. An ack-ack poked out of the turret fast. It ''shot the [[QIB]] out of the air''.
+But Tucker was fast. He bit off the pin and tossed in another [[QIB]]. “Roll ''this'', Fatboy,”
-Bundie swore. ''How the hell was it doing that?'' It was gaming out scenarios and learning the Irregulars manoeuvres as fast as they could change them up.
+The QIB flew. The [[SIV]] retooled. It snapped back it hose and cracked an ack-ack out of the turret. It ''shot the [[QIB]] out of the air''.
-Bundie clocked the insignia on the uniform — ''that’s three-star MD at the mandate and a EVP on the confirmator''. And they were tooled the fuck up: these were not standard issue CP-shooters.
+It fizzed and spun and molten glassed the sand.
+''Scheisse.'' How the hell was it doing ''that''? It was gaming out scenarios and learning the Irregulars manoeuvres as fast as they could change them up.
+The rear gunner popped the turret. Bundie clocked his uniform insignia — ''that’s three-star MD at the mandate and a EVP on the confirmator''. And they were tooled the fuck up: these were not standard issue CP-shooters.
 The [[Structured investment vehicle|SIV]] anticipated his every move. It was like it had a direct line into his goddamn amygdala.
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 “Take cover!”
-Bundie grabbed the lad by his collar and thrust him violently into the base of the cavity formed by the uprooted smoking stump of Tuckers vaporised palm tree. “Hey!” he squeaked. He cracked his head and woozed.
+Bundie grabbed the lad by his collar and thrust him violently into the base of the cavity formed by the uprooted smoking stump of the palm tree. “Hey!” he squeaked. He cracked his head and woozed.
 There was a moment of clarity. A sparkular gleam, refracting a rainbow of hope, then a subsonic dropout as Tucker squeezed. A white hot beam of dynamic IM spewed from that magnificent weapon. The arcing white light of a 6(a) notice lit the sky. It hit the SIV’s main margin tank and blew a great hole in it. The liquidity exploded, fanning great arcing sparks of white hot glitter into the sky. They hovered for a moment, congealed into balls of liquid lightening, then zapped out, like targeted missiles, straight at the other irregulars: first Swart, then Chipper, then Tucker, then Frenchie then the squibs whipsawed at Bundie’s tree trunk, slashing here, snapping there as if feeling for Bundie and his ISDA.