The Secretary of the Treasury lived in an exclusive gated community. If one were to consult the HOA charter, front-yard spacecraft landings would fall under the same category as helicopter traffic — requiring prior approval by the board of governance.
Carmen Benequista did not ask permission. Instead, she dropped a Fatboy troop shuttle right on top of her victim’s mailbox.
Her companion, an elevated size-two fighting maroli named Incredible, asked, “What’d this guy do to piss you off?”
She replied, “He disobeyed a lawful order to default on United States debt held by foreign actors.”
Incredible let himself out a cargo hatch. “Why do you want to default on debt?”
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