My Friends Call Me Cam

    A few months back and forth on the phone and via e-mail, a business trip or two for the face-to-face and a firm handshake, the deal was done.  Then the lawyers would move in to work out the bugs.  Those were the days.

    By Panglobal Union corporate standards it is mere nostalgia.  Now, privately commissioned militaries are how business gets done.  You make money the old fashioned way, you kill your adversary and take it.  No borders, no meaningful government regulation, just pockets of resistance (corporate or otherwise) to be dealt with in the course of your investors' interests.

    Which brings me to me.  My name is Cameron Tallamy, CEO of Omniwatt Industries.  My friends call me Cam.  The guy that just left, that was Fugu Yenn, president of Sony-Cyberdine.  He doesn't call me Cam.  We were ironing out our differences over a necessary spate of violence.  He had destroyed my Kyoto branch, so I had seized his facilities in Myanmar.  He hacked my systems for sensitive information, so I assassinated his V.P.  Now he held my brother.

    He left with my assurance that we will get along from here on out.  He knows I'm a man of my word.  What he doesn't know, in this case, will most certainly kill him because he also left with a bellyful of synthetic epibatidine dissolved in his Deer Park.  Son of a bitch.

    Gotta love the irony, though.  In such circumstances of brash and unfettered violence, the subtlty of life-giving water being his undoing.  Heh, it was one of his own brands, too.