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fucker my own self,” observed Top dryly.
    “Word,” agreed Bunny.
    “Yesterday’sbox score,” I said.
    Bunny shook his head. “Still can’t believe this is him. I mean … holy shit. You know?”
    We all knew. Everyone at the DMS knew. And we were freaked out and furious.
    When SEAL Team Six entered Pakistani airspace and breeched the compound in Abbottabad, they thought they were hunting the real deal. The guy who’d orchestrated 9/11. Those heroes went in to do a job, and they didit and earned their places in the history books. Unless this all became public knowledge, they would go on believing it.
    Hell, even the president of the United States thought he’d dropped the hammer on bin Laden. We all did, except the conspiracy crowd, who kept ranting that we’d faked bin Laden’s death. They supported this claim by openly wondering why there were no pictures of bin Laden’s corpse.

    I could answer that. The semiofficial story was that bin Laden didn’t die from the head shot and was thrashing and twitching on the floor, so they capped off a bunch of rounds to finish him. Those rounds tore up the body to the point that photos would be very nasty. That was only partly true.
    Except that there is a different chapter to that story because a bunch of ass-hats from the CIA havebeen running a long game on everyone.
    On the whole world.
    Short version is this: The real Osama bin Laden was more than the point man for al-Qaeda. He was also a member of a group of what could, for lack of a better word, be called “financial terrorists.” Or maybe “global criminals” is a better phrase. Not sure. They both seem to apply. The group had set themselves up as a secret society. Calledthemselves the Seven Kings. And they deliberately and carefully hijacked much of the mythology of other real or imagined societies like the Illuminati, Order of the Temples of the East, the Fraternitas Saturni, the Arioi, the Carbonari, the Ethniki Etaireia, the Palladists, the Order of Heptasophs, and others, including some outright fictional groups like the Priory of Sion, the Millennium Group,and—according to Bug—the Order of the Phoenix from the Harry Potter books. They used the Internet and a disturbing level of computer-hacking savvy to seed their pseudo histories into the pop-culture conspiracy-theory ocean. With all that, a woman who called herself the Goddess began making predictions of disasters. Each of her predictions came to pass. Why? Because the Seven Kings were makingthem happen. But because the predictions were couched in religious ambiguity, they had the odor of prophecy rather than guilty knowledge. At least as far as the conspiracy-theory crowd went.
    The Kings’ go-to model for making a lot of money was to covertly fund radical political and religious groups, nudge them toward committing large-scale terrorist acts, and then make billions from the resultingswings in the world stock markets. There are always a lot of people who run for cover as soon as anything happens. “Flight to safety” it’s called. If you knew in advance when something as big as the attack on the Towers was going to happen and were already in position with buy orders and calls, then as soon as the shock waves hit, you start shoveling Franklins into a wheelbarrow.
    The attack on9/11 was theirs.
    How’d they orchestrate that so smoothly?
    Real simple.
    One of the Seven Kings, specifically the King of Lies, was Osama bin Laden.
    Yeah. Take a moment with that.
    Thing is, that ole Uncle Osama wasn’t doing it for Allah. And he wasn’t doing it in order to further a religious movement. This wasn’t fatwa or jihad for him. And he did not give a naked mole rat’s wrinkly ass aboutthe followers of Islam. For him, it was all about the money. Lots and lots of money. All those deaths, the resulting wars, the ongoing “war on terror”? Shit. Every new death, every new headline, every instance of political divisiveness put more money in his