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"
The
helicopters
will
be
here
when
we
need
them
.
"
"
Good
,
"
said
the
fat
kid
.
"
Good
.
"
He
stood
there
,
not
saying
anything
,
not
going
away
.
There
was
a
bruise
on
his
forehead
.
After
a
while
Mr
.
World
said
,
"
Is
there
anything
else
I
can
do
for
you
?
"
A
pause
.
The
boy
swallowed
and
nodded
.
"
Something
else
,
"
he
said
.
"
Yes
.
"
"
Would
you
feel
more
comfortable
discussing
it
in
private
?
"
The
boy
nodded
again
.
Mr
.
World
walked
with
the
kid
back
to
his
operations
center
:
a
damp
cave
containing
a
diorama
of
drunken
pixies
making
moons
hine
with
a
still
.
A
sign
outside
warned
tourists
away
during
renovations
.
The
two
men
sat
down
on
plastic
chairs
.
"
How
can
I
help
you
?
"
asked
Mr
.
World
.
"
Yes
.
Okay
.
Right
,
two
things
,
Okay
.
One
.
What
are
we
waiting
for
?
And
two
.
Two
is
harder
.
Look
.
We
have
the
guns
.
Right
.
We
have
the
firepower
.
They
have
fucking
swords
and
knives
and
fucking
hammers
and
stone
axes
.
And
like
,
tire
irons
.
We
have
fucking
smart
bombs
.
"
"
Which
we
will
not
be
using
,
"
pointed
out
the
other
man
.
