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situation again." Joey Riel turned around and stalked to the back of the
roadhouse. "Nothing is worth endangering the safety of the employees of this
company." Lee-Daniel thought of his investors and their relentless push for
more.

"That said, If you want your options to be worth something, someday, this
company's going to have to grow. We've been growing at 20 percent per quarter
for the past three years, and that's right on track. Maintaining that growth
is going to necessitate excursions out of the USA. We'll be going back to
Canada -- better prepared, wiser, more cautious -- but we'll be going back.
The Caribbean, too. South America and Mexico. I shouldn't have to tell you
that radio has no borders. Wherever there's unencumbered spectrum, we'll be
there. There's never going to be a 'routine' job, whatever that means. Every
job will be different. If you're looking for a 'routine' job, you're in the
wrong business.

"We're headed for the Seneca Sovereign in Cattaraugus next. There'll be a week
of R&R there: fishing, hunting, gaming. They have a decent theater there
that's doing a Beckett revival, and I've got half-price tickets if you want
'em.

"Half-price tickets for those who stay, that is. Because I want to make one
thing clear: If you don't like the way I run this company, you shouldn't put
up with it. Give me your notice, I'll cut you a check and you can get lost.
That's your remedy. That's your only remedy. I'll be sitting right here, any
of you want to give your notice tonight."

He sat down at a table and helped himself to someone's carton of crantini,
gave it a shake to cool it down, then took a nonchalant sip.

The silence was broken by the door to the investors' dining room hissing open.
The Series A investor stepped out into the chaos of the main concourse and
crooked a finger at Lee-Daniel.

"We'd like to speak with you, if we may," he said. Akwesahsne was supposed to
be a cakewalk. The Canadian Radio and Television Commission -- Canada's RF
feds -- were softies, more worried about ensuring that 30 percent of the
entertainment product on the airwaves was "Canadian Content" than with
monitoring ultra-low-power, ultra-wide-band cognitive radio experiments in
rural Qu├йbec. The Mohawk Warrior Society, whose reservation was a Siamese twin
with another rez in upstate New York, were accustomed to the American way of
doing biz, had even underwritten MBAs for a bunch of the bros, which explained
the animated growth charts back-linked to hundreds of diverse spreadsheets
maintained by research committees across the continental Mohawk Nation
infrastructure.

The Mohawk Warriors had raised consciousness. The road signs pointing the way
to the rez were augmented with handpainted signage reading "Indian land," and
"Sovereign territory."