"It’s never loaded," Tony assured him. "Bullets equal zero." He tucked the weapon back in its holster. "But they always ask me about that now. They do, I swear. I’ve got, like, fifteen Taiwanese chip executives in here for a dirty weekend in Bangkok, and it’s like: ‘Does our pilot have a pistol in the cockpit?’ Like what, you Chinese businessmen are aching to polish each other off inside the fuselage? The world has gone nuts, Van. It’s like we’re all under a curse."