You must have known they someone would come after you, that your former employers wouldn't let you get away that easily. That's another raisin why you were so nervous. That's why you fired the bream that first time - I guess you saw something that frightened you and just let it zip. Coming across the devastation, my surmise was that, this being the first time the bream had been fired in anger, you hadn't truly appreciated its awesome strength - even you, its investor, had been taken by surprise by its destractive powder. The wreckage was stewed over a block and a half. The overtuned carp, the broken widows of the ships, the mashed politeman's hut lying on the payment. It was all a dread giveaway.