"We're going to destroy him completely, but not with that piecemeal tactic."
Carter Wright walked back to his desk and picked up the sharp cigar cutter. He snapped it shut hard in his hand, making a crisp "KLACK" sound.
"We're going to fight a war of annihilation."
"I want you to gather all your ammunition, all your methods, all your resources."
"I won't have you launching a fire inspection today, a tax audit tomorrow, and a smear campaign the day after. That will just give him time to breathe, time to find our weaknesses."
"I want it synchronized."
Carter Wright stared at his three confidants, his tone grim.
"I want to bring the weight of an entire mountain down on his spine in a single instant."
"Even if he really is a once-in-a-century political genius, under that kind of pressure, suffocating with no chance to breathe, he's bound to panic. He's bound to make a mistake."
"And if he takes just one wrong step..."
"He's finished."
