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 There were shelves and shelves of them, all housed on ancient mahogany. He hit the ISDA stack and the boy stared in awestruck wonder at the ancient wisdom they contained. There is was: the motherlode: the [[1985 ISDA Code of Standard Wording, Assumptions and Provisions for Swaps|1985 Code]]. The [[1987 ISDA Interest Rate and Currency Exchange Agreement|’87]]. The [[1992 ISDA Master Agreement|’92]]. The [[2002 ISDA Master Agreement|’02]], and even a prototype [[2008 ISDA Master Agreement|2008]], still in its shrink-wrap, never used. And every conflict, every situation, every skirmish, every desperate last stand in furtherance of those sacred testaments that the [[Eagle Squad]] heroes had ever mounted. User guides, tax addenda, elections schedules, bail-in protocols, master confirms, closing agendas, global securities — ''everything''. Work manuals to deal with every situation.
-No sign of the old timer. ''Where was he?'' It had been fifteen minutes now.
+EJ drummed his fingers. No sign of the old timer. ''Where was he?'' It had been fifteen minutes now. But the young soldier was happy — he was in ''heaven''. This was like the Library of Alexandria. Time to kill meant time to check out all these precious artifacts. The boy hit the [[Mark-up|mark-up]] depot.
-But the young soldier was happy — he was in ''heaven''. This was like the Library of Alexandria. Then he hit the [[Mark-up|mark-up]] depot.
+“Oh, ''man''.”
-“Oh, boy.”
+His pulse quickened. This was the ''special'' sauce. Assorted, curated clips and parchments, some dating back ''decades'' — manuscript amendments, balloons, blobs, [[rider]]s inserts, [[side letter]]s, handwritten variations, accessions, scribbled markups in the hands of these fallen warriors of the FAS Wars. ''A complete set of the [[Enron Corpus]]''. Everything was here: the sum total of Eagle Squad learning.
-The Boy’s pulse quickened. This was the ''special'' sauce. Assorted, curated clips and parchments, some dating back ''decades'' — manuscript amendments, balloons, blobs, [[rider]]s inserts, [[side letter]]s, variations, accessions. Everything was here: the sum total of Eagles Squad learning.
+“''Wait a minute''! Could there be —” he said out loud, but before he finished the thought, he was racing down the aisle. The stack was alphabetical, by topic. He let his fingers do the walking. “[[BIPRU]] ... [[BIS]] ...[[Bid-ask]] ...[[bifurcation]] ... [[big data]] ... ''[[Biggs constant|Biggs]]''”
+''There it was''. He pulled the file. The volume was dry and worn away at the edges. The spine was cracked. He carefully leafed back through the pages — 1999, 1998, 1997 ... August, July, June — but then thought, ''no''. He closed the book, balanced it on this palm. As the legal commentaries predicted, it split by itself and fell open at page 532. Barberazza regarded it: a yellowed, waxen page, pinned in the corner. On it, smudged, faded pixels. He could just make out the underlying, double-faxed text.
+{{quote|THIS LEGEND SHALL CEASE TO APPLY UPON THE EXPIRY OF THE PERIOD OF 40 DAYS AFTER THE COMPLETION OF THE DISTRIBUTION OF ALL THE SECURITIES OF THE TRANCHE OF WHICH THIS SECURITY FORMS PART.}}
+And there is was, a single-faxed manuscript, ringing the final full stop, leading to a little balloon in the margin, in which the worlds were scrawled: “not bold”.
+“Whoa,” Barberazza breathed. The [[Biggs hoson|Biggs Hoson]]. The very first.
 }}