1995 Overseas Securities Lender’s Agreement
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OSLA Anatomy™
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In literature
“I don’t deny it was fun. You feel like a hero, togged up in Kevlar annexures, camo-moly ALD codes, and those gleaming brass barrels on those old sweet bastard OSLAs. They don’t make stock lenders like that anymore. This modern dreck: it’s so anodyne, so commoditised, so dreadfully rectangular.”
“Man, the old Oslers were sweet. So light. So well-balanced. So nimble. You could trade in and out in a day. So forgiving. The suspension ride settlement fails like they weren't there. So utilitarian. Nothing superfluous, nothing glamorous, just clean, market-hardened functionality. No wonder the boss loved them so.”
“They found themselves in a heap, Bundie standing astride them with the OSLA, an acrid wisp trailing from its muzzle.
“How did you do that?”
“What just happened?”
“You did this with that?”
Bundie cocked his head.
In the right hands, the Osla is a powerful weapon. It may seem to be a quaint artefact of a bygone, chivalrous era, but don’t be misled. These babies have quite a punch.”
“That old derelict shell burst to life. A threnody in magnesium light and crackling ozone.
It may be old-school, but a well-calibrated and Orpington Small Loans Armoury makes a big hole — it’s easy to forget the damage they can do. ”