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"Is there?" Miller spat a shell onto the deck. "It's all just 'commods' now, isn't it? Doesn't matter what's in the crates. Could be grain, could be microchips, could be Halloween decorations. The market doesn't care. Numbers on a screen."

Miller stared at him. "We're supposed to be buying . We need the delivery."

"She's empty." Elias felt the blood drain from his face. "Or... half-empty." commods

"Sell!" Elias screamed, his fingers flying across the keyboard. "Sell the contracts! Short the market! Now!"

Seconds later, the news ticker scrolled across the bottom of his monitor: SHIPPING ACCIDENT IN APPROACH CHANNEL. SUGAR FUTURES SPIKE ON SUPPLY FEARS. "Is there

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"You saved the firm," Miller said quietly. "You made a killing on a shipwreck." Could be grain, could be microchips, could be

"Chatter says the convoy is two clicks out," said Miller, leaning against the bulkhead. He was cracking sunflower seeds, the shells dotting the floor like spent brass casings. "You nervous?"