He blinked, trying to wrap his brain around that concept. He patted his pockets, searching for a lighter and some cigarettes, popping one into his mouth and lighting up as he thought. He took a long drag, exhaled, and looked at Mello with businesslike solemnity.
"It'll be tough," he said. "But I'll stake my hardware that it can be done. I'll have to sit with Kusu, probably Wednesday as well. But it can be done."
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"It'll be tough," he said. "But I'll stake my hardware that it can be done. I'll have to sit with Kusu, probably Wednesday as well. But it can be done."