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{{a|myth|}}The eighteen-wheeler rumbled on through the desert, flanked by a convoy of COO gunships. <br>
{{a|myth|}}The eighteen-wheeler rumbled on through the desert, flanked by a convoy of COO gunships. <br>
The driver set his jaw, his gimlet eye fixed on the horizon. He was calm — tense, but calm. He blinked — it brought up the [[MIS]] radar feed in his HUD. The MIS feed swept a sixty-five degree field in front of the rig, left and right. It mostly flatlined — minor blips, 300 yards out, at 40 degrees.
Schweiner set his jaw, his gimlet eye fixed on the horizon. The rig was handling nicely. ''Sweet ride'', he thought. Seventy tons of state-of-the-art super-[[modernist]] management technology under the hood, you’d expect that. This baby practically drove herself. Schweiner was calm — tense; on alert — but calm. He blinked to bring up the [[MIS]] radar feed in his HUD. The MIS feed swept a sixty-five degree field in front of the rig, left and right. The RAG indicators read green. Expense management mostly optimal — just a couple of minor blips, 300 yards out, at 40 degrees from true. <br>
“You seein’ these, Jigsy?” <br>
“You seein’ these, Bugsy?” <br>
“On the MIS? Yaaah, Schweiner, I’m seeing them. Docs jocks I think. All cool.”<br>
“On the MIS? Yaaah, Schweiner, I’m seeing them,” Bugsy was Brooklyn-tough. Schweiner dug his earthy attitude. “Docs jocks, I think. All cool.”<br>
The scope screwed in and brought up a video feed. Sure enough: a couple of local negotiators ambled ambling around a watering hole. Little threat  at this distance. <br>
Schweiner screwed in the scope and brought up a video feed. Sure enough: a couple of [[negotiator]]s ambling distractedly around a watering hole. Little threat  at this distance, but Schweiner could tell it narked Bugsy all the same. <br>
“Want me to clear them out, Schweiner?” <br>
“Want me to clear them out, Schweiner?” <br>
Schweiner shrugged. “Nah, we’re all good, Jigsy.”
Schweiner shrugged. “Nah, we’re all good, Bugsy.” <br>
But Jigsy had a wild streak. Most of the uniform bulls in legal ops, did. “Ahh, it. Why the hell not?”
But Bugsy had a wild streak. Most of the uniform bulls in legal ops, did. This was no reluctant performance of duty for Walter N. Buggs, [[MBA|M.B.A.]] (Insead). This was ''job satisfaction''. “Ahh, hang it. Why the hell not?” <br>
Jigsy’s gunship let rip — lit up the GMLSA guy like a candle. Jigsy whooped. “SOX attest ''that'' my paisan!” Jigsy blammed out another — a lame-ass confi — just for the hell of it.  
Bugsy’s gunship let rip — it lit up the GMLSA guy like a candle. Bugsy whooped. “SOX attest ''that'' my litte paisan! Ha-ha!” <br>
“There you go, Schweiner - the coast is clear. We are fully operationalised and go for payload.”   
Bugsy blammed out another — a lame-ass two-way [[confi]] — just for the hell of it. This was a weak round but caught the futures guy square on his control panel. He squealed, turning circles while his [[escalation]] circuits crackled and burned. Three rotations, and they smoked. Futures jockster conked out and crashed face-down in the sand. <br>
Schweiner checked the clock. They were making good time. The cargo was steady. The rig was kicked up a Saharan plume. They were rocking now: there would be dogfights later. Let’s keep the gang loose for now. We’ll have plenty to get done later on.
“Yee-hah!” <br>
“Read you loud and clear Jigsy. Stand down and accelerate.”
Schweiner re-blinked up the MIS readout in his head-up display. It flatlined. <br>
“That’ll do, Bugsy, you mad bastard,” Schweiner chuckled. “Confirmed kills. Chalk up the KPIs and let’s get those portfolios reassigned to Bucharest.”
“On it, boss.” <br>
Bugsy called up Operations HQ on the encrypted two-way com link. Bugsy rocked the sing-song ham radio chit-chat idiom “Central control, this is KPI-Delta-One-Niner filing our hourly stakeholder check-in, do you copy?” <br>
“KPI-Delta-One-Niner, this is Central Control: we copy you loud and clear, Bugsy. Go ahead, over.”<br>
A static burst shook the set. Bugsy punched in. “Central Control, the coast is clear. Repeat: The coast is clear. We are fully operationalised and all systems go, Request go for payload.”  <br>
“KPI-Delta-One-Niner, this is Central Control: you are confirmed go for payload. Rock that house, Schweiner, you crazy sum’bitch. Central Control out!”<br>
Schweiner punched in. That’s an A.O.K., Blitzer. We are gunning in for final approach. We’ll be home by five: put the beers on ice. Out.”<br>
Schweiner checked the clock. They were making good time. The cargo was steady. They were rocking now: there would be dogfights later. Let’s keep the gang loose for now. We’ll have plenty to get done later on.<br>
“O.K., Bugsy. Stand down and accelerate.”<br>
Schweiner stomped on metal. <br>
Bugsy gunned the wagon.<br>
The foghorn screamed.<br>
The rig kicked up a desert plume.
Fifteen klicks down the line the peaceable lawyers settlement was oblivious as the hounds of hell descended.<br>


From high on the mountain promontory, Seven klicks to the left and 4,000m above of the oncoming rig, Opco Boone observed the rising plume one the desert floor. He didn't need his telegraphic scope. These suckers were coming on, clear as day. ''Brazen''.  
From high on the mountain promontory, Seven klicks to the left and 4,000m above of the oncoming rig, Opco Boone observed the rising plume one the desert floor. He didn't need his telegraphic scope. These suckers were coming on, clear as day. ''Brazen''.  
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