It didn’t piss her off, as I had lamely hoped, or fool her for a minute. We both knew who they belonged to, and never mind that Malcolm’s charisma quotient had always been at least a quart low, that he couldn’t assemble an army at gunpoint. But let’s just remember, shall we, let’s make sure we don’t forget that he’ll be more than happy to hoard what Nakota collected, her cadre of dissatisfied jerks masquerading as the cheapest kind of mystics, fun junkies out gunning for the biggest fun of all; he’ll be more than ready to use whatever weapon, however blunt, they constitute, to serve whatever
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