"Mmm-hmm. Then I suspect it could be scaled up for heavier duty use. There's clearly a lot of money to be made with that. If it can be replicated."
Larson shook his head. "I wouldn't want to see the cartel that Silver reports to get their hands on a hopped-up version of that thing. We'd never catch them. Good. I think we have enough to go on, now. So, Peter, will you be joining the SO team to find that creep and get it back?"
"Of course. But I also need to speak with the people who print up your Phoenix notes, and see if they'll let me open a refresh shop in Parker."
"Oh, I don't think you'll have to worry about that," Armond said, chuckling.
"Why not?"
"I'm an investor. I staked them for their startup costs. Trust me, you're a shoo-in."
THE END
Copyright 2012 by P. Orin Zack
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