His voice grew hard. "Did the goons your corporation sent after the chip tell you what they did after they found it? No? Well, they burned down my shop. All of those books—gone in a puff of smoke. Books I’d spent years collecting. Valuable books. Rare magical tomes. Gone. Destroyed." He made a chopping gesture with his hand, then took a deep, shuddering breath. "Ignorant bastards." he said under his breath.