“Someone’s got to our boy, hear? Got to him. Don’t know how, don’t know who. Though personally myself I’d bet on the fucking Kombinat. Those Russ bastards. But you, my friend, you’re going to do your nodal thing for us, on our Rez, and you are going to find fucking out. Who.”
““Someone’s got to our boy, hear? Got to him. Don’t know how, don’t know who. Though personally myself I’d bet on the fucking Kombinat. Those Russ bastards. But you, my friend, you’re going to do your nodal thing for us, on our Rez, and you are going to find fucking out. Who.””
Reference
Gibson, William (1996, Sep. 4). “Idoru.” Kindle Edition. Chapter 9 Out of Control, p. 72 of 263, 27%.
