He rubbed his stubbled cheek. "We’re getting the hell out of here, into a Lodge or a Retreat, and if you want to take care of Singapore, Emily, well, call Vienna and finance Rizome’s Fightin’ Armor Division. ’Cause they mean business these pirates and we’re never gonna sweet-talk ’em into anything! Not till we put a tank on every fucking street corner! Until we find the sons-of-bitches who pressed the buttons that killed those drowned little kids in Grenada. But not my kid! Never again!"