Kevyn: Ennesby, how could you be so stupid!
Ennesby: Captain, I didn't know what it was. It looked like loose cash in a damaged safe.
Ennesby: Besides, Pi and Book had already grabbed it. My job was to get their team out, and Book had a deathgrip on it.
Kevyn: "Death grip." How fitting. We now own the customer list belonging to an escrow agency for contract killers and political assassins.
Kevyn: It's like we stole fire from the gods, or something.
Ennesby: In most myths the mortals get away with it.
Kevyn: Sure, until they die, and discover why the gods can afford to be patient.