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. "Whoever had that bomb coulda overthrown six billion governments." He gazed back into the past, shook his head in admiration. "It was sweet. Best work Ohme ever did. He said so himself. Blow a hole in the fabric of the universe. Destroy ail life as we know it."
"That was only theorized."
Bosk waved his hand, irritated at the stranger's slowness of thought. "That's not the point. Blackmail. The threat. Hold it over their heads. Sword of something-er-other--"
"Damocles," said the stranger.
Bosk shrugged, not interested. He coughed, licked his lips, looked longingly at the bottle.
The stranger ignored the look. "Ohme built the bomb according to the Warlord's specifications, using Sagan's financing. But then it occurred to Ohme that, with this bomb in the Warlord's possession, Derek Sagan might get a--shall we say--swelled head?"
"Snaga Ohme was the most powerful man in the galaxy," Bosk averred. "The top weapons dealer and manufacturer alive. No one could touch him. Kings, warlords, governors, congressmen, corporate leaders--they all came running when he so much as twitched his pinkie their direction."
"Ohme feared that the Warlord if and when he came to power--might put him out of business. So Ohme built the negative wave device to kill Derek Sagan."
Bosk shook his head vehemently. "Not kill him."
"Keep Sagan in line, then."
"If he leaned on us, we could lean back
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