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 What happened next would be with him for the rest of his life — a period far longer than, as he watched the disaster unfold, he held any hope of expecting to see.
-SIVs had grunt in the flat. They toted decent firepower — you couldn’t be casual with them — but they were unwieldy bastards. They had limited downside protection against liquidity drains, were underpowered in choppy markets, and basically under-gunned. Against and anyone who knew what it was doing they were easy pickings. They should be no match for an experienced unit of seasoned killers like the Irregulars.
+[[SIV]]s had grunt in the flat. They toted decent firepower — you couldn’t be casual with them — but they were unwieldy bastards. They had ''limited'' downside protection against liquidity drains, were underpowered in choppy markets, and basically under-gunned. Against and anyone who knew what it was doing they were easy pickings. They should be no match for an experienced unit of seasoned killers like the Irregulars.
 As such, tended to be staffed with greenhorn sappers an army could afford to lose. The industry slang for the poor suckers aboard a SIV were “expendables”.
-Bundie surveyed the theatre from his foxhole. He knew at once: ''these were no ordinary SIVs''.
+Bundie surveyed the theatre from his foxhole. He knew at once: ''this was no ordinary [[SICAV]]''.
-They were more manoeuvrable: more agile, quicker; more ''volatile'', less predictable in their defensive manoeuvres.
+It was more manoeuvrable: more agile, quicker; more professional, ''volatile'', less predictable in their defensive manoeuvres.
-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
+Bundie hiffed a [[QIB]]. It was percussive. It threw up dirt and sand.m and left a ditch. The SIV stopped. It backed up. Its front turret swivelled round and regarded the crater. A hosed extended and filled it with water. The SIV rolled over it
-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.
+“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?''
+“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.
+The [[SIV]] retooled. The hose snapped back. An ack-ack poked out of the turret fast. It ''shot the QIB out of the air''.
+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.
+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.
+The [[Structured investment vehicle|SIV]] anticipated his every move. It was like it had a direct line into his goddamn amygdala.
+Mean while the boys had surrounded it. Chipper was engaged in a repo firefight with its debt warehouse. He was levering up.
+Swart was banging out some semi automatic synthetic longs on an HFT modified ISDA. Swart’s piece was margin cooled, but the Swartster liked the touch of warmth in the barrel so she habitually set it to static. The [[SIV]] started drawing margin.
+“All right, you’re asking for it!” Swart was well stocked and let it rip.
+The [[SIV]] hoovered up the cash and doubled down. “This one’s frisky, Skip,” he yelled. His spirits were high. This was what he signed on for. Bundie allowed himself a smile at his old pal’s energy. Suddenly as it spread, that smile froze.
+“All right, friend, you want liquidity? Have some goddamn liquidity.” Tucker loaded up a fresh magazine of long-dated IRS and shouldered the [[PBA]]. He flipped the safety on the NAV trigger.
+“Tucker, no!”
+Tucker squeezed. A white hot beam of dynamic IM
+ but they knocked out his ISDAs. The [[Present value|PV]] boiled into the atmosphere.
 === Separation ===
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 “Fuck,” he said.
-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]].
-Frenchie 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  FBF, though Bundie had clocked it and already figured it for a sweet shooting iron.
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 “If you want to see your sweetheart again, sure.”
-Tucker got the point and lit up and lit up a VWAP. It burned with a magnesium flare.
+Tucker got the point and lit up and lit up a [[VWAP]]. It burned with a magnesium flare.
 The SIV advanced. It took out Tucker with a self-referencer. Tucker squealed bad. It was unbecoming but it fit the pattern.