in soon. They’ll pillage Sun City for every scrap of profitability and leave once the wealth and human capital has dried up. And once they’re gone, the gangs, the mafia, and the punks will pour into this Emerald City you’ve built here in Section Three. And your clubhouse friends will have no place to smoke their expensive cigars, or drink their thousand- dollar ports.” The Major knew he’d already said too much, but Macek’s drunken leer and smirk let loose his tongue. “Or are the corporations already at the helm?”

       “Careful, Major.” The premier held a finger out lazily. “I’ve indulged you because, frankly, I find your ravings entertaining, but I will not tolerate this accusatory tone one moment longer. ‘The corporations will...

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