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{{a|opcobooneadventure|{{image|SIV|png|}}}}“When it came, the end-game came down fast and hard. It was in a skirmish with a rogue [[structured investment vehicle]] in the Caymans.  
{{a|opcobooneadventure|{{image|SIV|png|}}}}“When it came, the end-game came down fast and hard. It was in a skirmish with a rogue [[structured investment vehicle]] in the Caymans.  
=== Present ===
Bundie
Biffer
Chippy
Frenchie
Swart
Tucker
Lance Corporal i/c of Radio


=== Beach landing ===
=== Beach landing ===
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But the unit kept advancing.  
But the unit kept advancing.  


=== Learning droid ===
Only the Lance-Corporal even heard him. The boy stayed close. He mussed the lad’s hair. “Stay frosty, son — this is going to get sticky. But be prepared to move fast. You may have to make some calls. I’ve your back, lad.”
Only the Lance-Corporal even heard him. The boy stayed close. He mussed the lad’s hair. “Stay frosty, son — this is going to get sticky. But be prepared to move fast. You may have to make some calls. I’ve your back, lad.”


The boy regarded him with a steeliness that took him aback. “But who’s got yours, sir?”
The boy regarded him with a steeliness that took him aback. “But who’s got yours, sir?”


Bundie pressed a weapon into the boy’s hand. It was a late model [[ISDA Master Agreement|ISDA]]. The boy gaped.
Bundie pressed a weapon into the boy’s hand. It was a late-model [[ISDA Master Agreement|ISDA]]. The boy gaped.


“''You'' do, son. We stand, or fall, together.”  
“''You'' do, son. We stand, or fall, together.”  
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They gamed out scenarios and learned the Irregulars manoeuvres as fast as they could change them up. 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 C-peashooters
They gamed out scenarios and learned the Irregulars manoeuvres as fast as they could change them up. 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 C-peashooters


The boys quickly p.  
The [[Structured investment vehicle|SIV]] anticipated his every move. It was like it had a direct line into his goddamn amygdala. He loaded up a fresh magazine of long-dated IRS, but they knocked out his ISDAs. The [[Present value|PV]]<nowiki/>s boiled into the atmosphere.
 
 


The [[Structured investment vehicle|SIV]] anticipated his every move. It was like it had a direct line into his goddamn amygdala. He loaded up a fresh magazine of long-dated IRS, but they knocked out his ISDAs. The [[Present value|PV]]<nowiki/>s boiled into the atmosphere.
=== Separation ===
The SIV ran a defensive line between Bundy and his men.  


“Fuck,” he said.  
“Fuck,” he said.  
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He was left defending the back-end with a repurposed 85 OSLA and a left—handed FBF.   
He was left defending the back-end with a repurposed 85 OSLA and a left—handed FBF.   


Frenchy loved it: he dug that gallic style. Tucker less so: he didn’t read foreign lingos and couldn’t abide garlic.  
Frenchie loved it: he dug that gallic style. Tucker less so: he didn’t read foreign lingos and couldn’t abide garlic.  


“Are you fucking kidding me?” He cursed at the F.B.F., though Bundie had clocked it and already figured it for a sweet shooting iron.  
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He cursed at the FBF, though Bundie had clocked it and already figured it for a sweet shooting iron.  


“How am I meant to use this piece of shit? The instructions are all in French!”
“How am I meant to use this piece of shit? The instructions are all in French!”
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The SIV kept coming.  
The SIV kept coming.  


Bundie tried to close it out. He flipped a downgrade trigger on a DRV: nothing. Hey called key man — homme clef — on the FBF. It misfired.  
Bundie tried to close it out. He flipped a downgrade trigger on a DRV: nothing. Hey called key man — ''homme clef'' — on the [[FBF]]. It misfired.  


The SIV rolled closer.  
The SIV rolled closer.  


Bundie jammed a second-to-default EM sovereign basket into the magazine of the only piece he had to hand — a rusty old semi automatic EMTA — and lit up the theatre. It flamed into life.  
Bundie jammed a second-to-default EM sovereign basket into the magazine of the only piece he had to hand — a rusty old semi-automatic EMTA — and lit up the theatre. It flamed into life.  


It was dirty, noisy and hot — he shucked out burnt up RWAs and kept reloading — and at last it holed the SIV. The sic stumbled. Its runners uncoiled and it stoved into the sand on one knee. It was crippled but still shooting — eventually it crapped out but not before it had annihilated three quarters of Bundie’s unit.  
It was dirty, noisy and hot — he shucked out burnt up [[Risk-weighted assets|RWA]]<nowiki/>s and kept reloading — and at last it holed the [[Structured investment vehicle|SIV]]. It stumbled. Its rollers uncoiled and it stoved into the sand on one knee. It was crippled but still shooting — eventually it crapped out but not before it had annihilated three quarters of Bundie’s unit.  


Tucker was already goneski. Chipper was dead. Biffer was in a bad way. Blood gouted from his mouth. He wouldn’t last long.  
Tucker was already goneski. Chipper was dead. Biffer was in a bad way. Blood gouted from his mouth. He wouldn’t last long.