You work out of Catalina, too. You spend your days in Maui, trying to push the software on anyone who will listen. Spies, the Brits, the Mongols: it doesn’t matter: You want what they have. They want what you have. That makes you a traitor, doesn’t it? Selling secrets to the spies? Yeah, I think that makes you a traitor.
It’s OPEN SEASON on your ass, motherfucker. You’re about to go down. And I’m gonna enjoy every minute of it. My boys are looking into this as we speak. You are a dead man.
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