They got in the car and drove across the road to the shantytown. There was a tea-house that opened early and they commandeered its window table and spread out their things. Perry called Lester and woke him up. It took two or three tries to get his head around it -- Lester couldn't figure out why they'd shut down the market-stalls, but once he got that the ride was down too, he woke up fast and promised to meet them. Kettlewell's conversation with Tjan was a lot more heated. Perry tried to eavesdrop but couldn't make any sense of it. "All the rides are down," he said once he'd dropped the phone to bounce a couple times on the tabletop, making the coffees shiver. "Every one of them was shut down by the cops this morning." "You're shitting me. But they don't all sell the same stuff." "They were shut down because of Disney trademarks in the ride itself, or so it seems. Now, what are we going to do? Tjan's hired a lawyer for the Boston group and we can hire one for here, but I don't think we're going to be able to hire fixers everywhere that there's a ride. That's going to be really expensive. Disney's filed all the injunctions at the state level -- they have an industry association they work through that has cooperating attorneys in every city in the country, so it was easy for them." "Holy crap." "Yeah. Who did you piss off, Perry?" Damned if he knew. He literally couldn't think of a single person who'd want to do this -- someone had convinced the Disney company to clobber him like Godzilla going after Tokyo. It just didn't make any sense. "So what do we do?" Kettlewell looked at him. "I have no clue, Perry. You aren't a company. You aren't a network of companies. You aren't an industry association. No one can speak for you. You can't lobby or even field a spokesman. I mean, none of that stuff works for you -- and that's the only way I know to fight back in court." "I thought we were immune to this stuff. If there's no one to sue, how can they sue us?" "If there's no one to sue, there's no one to show up in court and object, either." "Yeah." "I don't think we can incorporate you in time to make a difference," Kettlewell said. "So we need to think of something else." Suzanne slid into the booth beside them. Her hair was tied back and her makeup was spare and severe. She had on European-cut trousers, high like a bolero-dancer's, and a loose, flowing white cotton over-shirt on top of a luminescent pink tank. Perry couldn't tell whether it was formal or informal, but it looked good and a little intimidatingly foreign. She didn't meet Perry's eye. "Brief me," she said. She held out her phone and put it in record mode. Kettlewell ran it down quickly and she nodded, jotting notes. "So what happens next?" "Not much we can do," Kettlewell said. "The riders will be along shortly. Oh, and the merchants." Perry still couldn't catch her eye. "I'll go take some pictures," she said. "Be careful," Perry said.