“New Yorker” magazine said, “We asked you a favor, and you said no. We know that you prize this champion horse and want to breed it. You dream of the colts it might produce, making you millions. You dream you are safe in your big mansion. You dream. All your dreams are dependent upon us. We can kill your dreams. We can breach your secure home. We can and will kill all you love. We can get to you, too. You aren’t safe even though you think you are. You are nothing to us. Obey our wishes or accept the consequences. This is your only warning. This is an offer you can’t refuse.”
Chaos ensues fast and faster…
WtR