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Kurzweil shrugged. “We’re all good, aren’t we, Bugsy?” | Kurzweil shrugged. “We’re all good, aren’t we, Bugsy?” | ||
“Well, according to policy 230823.913 revision nine, they count as hostiles. It’s no trouble, boss-man. Seriously.” Bugsy loved to throw the book. He had a wild streak — hell, most uniform bulls in legal ops did: the [[chief double-oh]] encouraged it. But this was no reluctant policy compliance matter for Operating Officer Cadet [[Walter N. Buggs]], [[MBA|M.B.A.]] (''Insead''). This was ''job satisfaction''. “C’mon: It’s in the [[service catalog]], Kurtzy.” Bugsy was pleading now. | |||
“Ahh, hang it, Bugs. Why the hell not? Go on: light ’em up.” | “Ahh, hang it, Bugs. Why the hell not? Go on: light ’em up.” | ||
Bugsy’s ack-ack let rip — the [[GMSLA]] guy went up like a candle. | Bugsy’s ack-ack let rip — the [[GMSLA]] guy went up like a Roman candle. | ||
Bugsy whooped. “[[SOX]] attest ''that'' my little paisan! Ha-ha!” | Bugsy whooped. “[[SOX]] attest ''that'' my little paisan! Ha-ha!” | ||
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Boone bulleted onwards at the trailer. Two thousand metres and closing. The shaking was immense. | Boone bulleted onwards at the trailer. Two thousand metres and closing. The shaking was immense. | ||
Chip kept up the disciplinary threat [[yogababble|babble]]. | |||
“Denning, give me a range to target.” | “Denning, give me a range to target.” | ||
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Boone made two-twenty across the ground. He bulleted onwards. The rig loomed real close now. | Boone made two-twenty across the ground. He bulleted onwards. The rig loomed real close now. | ||
Chip ran out of sanctimonious material and went quiet. Boone caught the tail end of Denning’s read out. “ ... impact target T-minus four seconds.” | |||
Boone yanked the ripcord. The brake-chute bloomed. Boone jerked back and up. He flipped a backwards 540. He quick-released the canvas straps and dropped the last fifteen feet through empty space. He cracked a three-point hero land on the cabin roof. | “Okay double-oh douches — let’s be having you.” Boone yanked the ripcord. The brake-chute bloomed. Boone jerked back and up. He flipped a backwards 540. He quick-released the canvas straps and dropped the last fifteen feet through empty space. He cracked a three-point knee-down hero land on the cabin roof. | ||
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