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"What about the business with the group?"
"They'll hand it over to someone else."
Best hesitated for a moment. Being president was quite comfortable, but he quickly saw through the trickery. Perhaps Victor didn't want his private "little treasury" to be too heavily stamped with Best's mark, making it too big to fail. He nodded readily, "Wherever the boss sends me, I'll go!"
Casare nodded, pleased, "Don't worry, the boss won't let you down. After all, the three of us made our fortunes together. We can share the good times and the bad. The boss doesn't trust anyone else, only you and me."
Best was no Smooth Operator, unswayed by just a few words, but he still had to act thrilled.
"Did we get the manufacturing license and copyright permissions for the NATO weapons?"
"What are those?" Casare was taken aback.
Best was bewildered, blinked, and the two stared at each other, "So, what we're making is fake?"
