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 The boy kept going. He flipped a catch. “What the hell ... A BOC indemnity!” He carefully set the piece down on the bench and started working at it with his red line. “That's positively dangerous.”
-He made a couple of careful incisions and slowly, delicately, withdrew the offending mechanism and dropped it in the sterilising waste receptacle.
+He made a couple of careful incisions and slowly, delicately, withdrew the offending mechanism and dropped it in a sterilised waste receptacle.
 Hare looked on, warily. “I —”
-“That was close sir.”
+“That was close, sir.”
-Against his better judgement Hare heard himself blurt out, “What is a BOC indemnity?”
+Against his better judgement Hare heard himself blurt out, “What is a “bock indemnity”?”
-“it’s an indemnity for breach of contract, sir: as most inappropriate indemnities are, its largely untested, but standard reference works cite an elevated risk of localised explosions. High degree of indeterminacy, exothermic chain reactions possible.”
+“It’s an indemnity for breach of contract, sir. Someone has crossed the wires here and routed a reimbursement covenant into the breach mechanism. The terminals are close together, and it’s easy to do, but standard reference works cite an elevated risk of localised explosion from this configuration. High degree of indeterminacy, exothermic chain reactions possible.”
-“Oh, a bee-oh-cee indemnity,” Hare said, quickly. “Right.”
+“Oh, a Bee-Oh-Cee indemnity,” Hare said, quickly. “Right.”
-The boy snorted. “Who the hell drafted —”
+The boy snorted. “Who the hell drafted th—”
-But at that moment the he saw the date-stamped authenticated signature below the serial number. “B.A.H.”. the boy read the room. "The destroy or return recoil is a nice piece of work. Sweet.”
+But at that moment the he saw the date-stamped authenticated signature below the serial number. “B.A.H.” The boy read the room. He flipped the piece over and inspected the handle. "Whoa: this destroy or return recoil is a nice piece of work. Sweet.”
+Hare glowered.
+Barberazza smiled back at him. “Gimme another one, sir. We got a lot to get through. The Eagle Squad needs these at the front line”
-Barberazza tossed it back. “Gimme another one, sir. We got a lot to get through. The Eagle Squad needs these at the front line”
+Hare snorted. “Meh. Take your time kid. Those peashooters don't need nothing.” He thought for a moment, then brightened. “Oh, this bump-stock is off-balance. Lad, would you be a star and fetch me a weight?”
-Hare snorted. “Meh. Take your time kid. Those peashooters don't need nothing.”
+“A weight?”
+“Yeah, a weight — a fairly long one, I think — to counterbalance this stock.”
+“Fairly long?”
+“Yeah, make it a long weight. Say a five. Or even a six. I can buff it down if need be.”
+“You got it, sir. Where do I get one of those?”
+“Commander Burke can show you. He runs the counter in the warranties depot.”
+The warranties depot was a caged area recessed and towards the back of the warehouse. As Barberazza entered he ran his hand along the rail. A patina of dust lifted. Burke was an older man with a hacking cough, but a genial bearing.
+“Hello, there, young man. How can I help you?”
+“Morning, sir.” The boy snapped out a salute. “I’m looking for a long weight. Commander Hare said you might be able to help me.”
+“Did he, now? A long weight. Did he say how long?”
+“A six, please.”
+“Oh, a six. That’s a long one. All right, lad. Head down to row five, column eight. I’ll be down presently.”
 Barberazza