“Director,” Jabba sputtered. “Right now, Ensei Tankado owns this databank! Give him whatever he wants. If he wants the world to know about TRANSLTR, call CNN, and drop your shorts. TRANSLTR’s a hole in the ground now anyway—what the hell do you care?” There was a silence. Fontaine seemed to be considering his options. Susan began to speak, but Jabba beat her to it.
If she opened her mouth, she could've saved us a few chapters of useless dramatics.
