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“Oh, fucking ''great''. They’re on to us.” Bundie re-glared at Tucker. He held up a paw. “O.K., this is [[Top urgent]] now, boys. Hostiles are imminent.”  
“Oh, fucking ''great''. They’re on to us.” Bundie re-glared at Tucker. He held up a paw. “O.K., this is [[Top urgent]] now, boys. Hostiles are imminent.”  


The boys shucked their MSLAs and formed a circle round Chippy.   
The boys shucked their [[Master Securities Lending Agreement|MSLA]]<nowiki/>s and formed a circle round Chippy.   


Chippy came around slow. Tucker face-dashed him from a canteen. Chippy moaned.  
Chippy came around slow. Tucker face-dashed him from a canteen. Chippy moaned.  
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“Thank-you, Lance-Corporal.”
“Thank-you, Lance-Corporal.”


Frenchie let out a low whistle.  
“And sir?”
 
“Yes, Lance-Corporal?”
 
We ... we ... we are detecting background heat signature of — ”
 
“Of? Well, come on: spit it out lad.”
 
“A [[Family office|GFO]].”
 
Frenchie let out a low whistle. “Une family office? In Cayman? ’E is a long way from ’ome, ''avec certitude''.”


Bundie swept up the map. “We need to move off the beach, lads. And ''fast''.”
Bundie swept up the map. “We need to move off the beach, lads. And ''fast''.”


Then a huge MOU smashed through the pines. Its armoured turret swivelled and lined them up.  
====SICAVs?====
A huge MOU smashed through the pines. Its armoured turret swivelled and lined them up.  


“Jesus. [[SIV]]s! ''Split''!”
“Jesus. [[SICAV]]! ''Split''!”


The unit spritzed. Swart ''whoooed''. She shucked her [[CSA]] and reloaded.
The unit spritzed. Swart ''whoooed''. She shucked her [[CSA]] and reloaded.
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Biffer yeehaared. He banged in a clip of [[Credit-linked note|self-referencing CLNs]].   
Biffer yeehaared. He banged in a clip of [[Credit-linked note|self-referencing CLNs]].   


Tucker blammed out out some shells from the Liquidator. He had a mind to disorient the advancing machine and throw an indeterminacy curtain around the theatre. But the [[SIV]]s kept coming.
Tucker blammed out some shells from the Liquidator. He had a mind to disorient the advancing vehicle and throw an indeterminacy curtain around the theatre. But the [[SICAV]] kept coming.


Frenchie flip-cocked his piece and hollered, “Oh-ho-ho, c’est la feeding time at ze zoo, ''mon cher''.”  
Frenchie flip-cocked his piece and hollered, “Oh-ho-ho, c’est la feeding time at ze zoo, ''mon cher''.”  
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“''Wait''.” Bundie sniffed the air. “Something’s — not — ''right''. They’re — it’s just — ”
“''Wait''.” Bundie sniffed the air. “Something’s — not — ''right''. They’re — it’s just — ”


But the boys didn’t wait. They weren’t listening. They smelled a firefight. They fanned out and pressed. In a co-ordinated sequence, they drew their ISDAs and banged in margin clips.  
But the boys didn’t wait. They weren’t listening. They smelled a firefight. They fanned out and pressed. In a co-ordinated sequence, they drew their [[ISDAs]] and banged in margin clips.  


Tucker and Frenchie went left. Biffer went right. Swart kicked off her vol damper and went charging in on foot with a sawn-off repo.  
Tucker and Frenchie went left. Biffer went right. Swart kicked off her vol damper and went charging in on foot with a sawn-off repo.  
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The boy nodded.
The boy nodded.


At that moment the [[SIV]]’s massive conduit tracks started ''rolling''.  
At that moment the [[SICAV]]’s massive conduit tracks started ''rolling''.  


“Stand by: Incoming.”
Biff called it: “Stand by: Incoming.”


Frenchie yipped. “Oh, come on, ''cherie'' — we ’ave a little fun, ''n’est-ce pas''? —”
Frenchie yipped. “Oh, come on, ''cherie'' — we ’ave a little fun, ''n’est-ce pas''? —”
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What happened next would be with the boy for the rest of his life — a period which turned out to be far longer than, as he watched the disaster unfold, he held any hope of expecting to see.  
What happened next would be with the boy for the rest of his life — a period which turned out to be far longer than, as he watched the disaster unfold, he held any hope of expecting to see.  


[[SIV]]s had mucho grunt on the flat. The caterpillars ate up the sand. 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 mucho grunt on the flat. The SICAV caterpillars ate up the sand. SICAVs toted decent firepower — you couldn’t be casual with them — but they were unwieldy bastards, slow, generally adept for passive retail conflict. 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”.  
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”.