“No,” Sal said quietly, then he threw the nail gun on the floor with a horrible clunk. “Man could get himself killed looking for something that everyone wants and nobody has.” “Your dad must love you a whole heck of a lot,” I said. I put my hands behind my head and tried to look relaxed about things, trying to get the kid to lower his guard. The kid made a slobbery grin and pointed the nail gun back at me. “That where he is now? Hunting you up some trees?” “Then try imagining how much GenTech’s going to pay when my dad has real trees for selling. And we’re going to be more rich than you could even imagine.” “My daddy’s going to be planting a real tree right there in the middle of your copies.” That got him laughing, and he fired off another shot as he yelled, “You know what the red spot’s for? The big cross in your forest?” Not run off and steal our supplies.” The kid pointed the gun up and let one loose, clanging a nail against the metal ceiling. “My dad hired you to build some trees, that’s all.
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