"I'm just guessing it's vaguely conceivable." He got up to freshen his drink. "Be that as it may, though, the real problem is the Japanese end. I'd guess the shit's going to be all over the fan in Tokyo the minute you start selling. Those pension funds are not going to roll over and let you wreck their portfolio."
"Bill"—I spoke up—"they're not going to be able to stop us. Count on it. DNI holds the stock as trustee. Noda's rules. Ironclad power of attorney."
"So?"
"So," I said very carefully, "we are going to take over Dai Nippon."
"What the hell are you talking about!"
We told him. The Rambo part.
"Jeezus!" He stared at the two of us. "What you're proposing is a major felony. I could get accessory and five years for just listening to this."
"Who's going to file charges?"
"How about Mr. Matsuo Noda for starters?"
"Bill, we just happen to have a little leverage with Mr. Noda-san at the moment. The minute he finds out we're still alive—"