I'm still in my overpriced dress two hours later as I storm around the beach house with an overstated sense of urgency. Lexington is upstairs packing along with Brooklyn and Renee. They've fired their shot and now it's our turn to return that fire, but I don't intend to be in the country when that bomb lands providing our opponent with a significant amount of damage if everything goes as arranged. I'm equal parts excited and terrified at the prospect.
I know that what we're doing is huge. The gargantuan impact that this could have on so many people isn't lost on me. I hate knowing that unfortunately there might be some friendly fire in the process-- bombs dropped on a few names that don't necessary deserve the scrutiny, but it's a necessary evil. Once all is said and done, I hope that they'll have some good bargaining chips should their cases go to trial.
