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We’re cutting it open.”
Carmine hesitated.
For a man like him, hesitation was almost unthinkable.
“Boss,” he said carefully. “The Dutchman said thermite. If we breach the outer hull with heat, the magnesium ignites. We lose the ledgers. We lose the empire.”
Alexander turned on him.
“Then what do you suggest, Carmine?”
His hand swept across the table.
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