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Berry, then they both watched their captor, studying the reaction percolate across his face.
    The man seemed lost in a deep, brow-furrowing mull. He was obviously not impressed. After a moment, he asked, “What kind of pain is that?”
    “Are you kidding me?” Khoury shot back. “You’re talking chaos on an apocalyptic level. An economic meltdown. Forget the Great Depression. You’d send America right back to the days of the Wild West. Or worse. It’ll be like in The Road .”
    “Or Mad Max ,” Berry added.
    “Or Waterworld , but without the water.”
    “Same thing, really.”
    “True.”
    “Enough,” the man barked. “Look, I want to do something big. I want noise and spectacle, and I want people to die.”
    “Yes, but this is so much better,” Khoury countered. “More sophisticated. More subtle.”
    “Death by a thousand cuts,” Berry added. “Metaphorically speaking.”
    Khoury slid him a glance, like, Easy on the vocab.
    Berry gave him a discreet grin back.
    “But your country already had a meltdown,” Abul Mowt said. “A few years ago. Your banks, your car manufacturers, they were all bust. Your government just bailed everyone out and everything went back to normal. This won’t be any different.”
    “No,” Berry said. “It’ll be completely different. I’m telling you, this will be the biggest shock to hit the country—ever.”
    “And we’ll tell you how to do it,” Khoury said. “Not just tell you. Assist you. Because you will need help. You’ll need hackers. Serious players. This won’t be easy. No brilliant master plan ever is. But we know where to find them.”
    “And how to talk to them,” Berry added. “We have access.”
    Abul Mowt didn’t seem convinced. In fact, he looked downright dejected.
    “What?” Khoury asked.
    “I don’t know,” the man said. “It’s just not what I imagined. It’s not … big.”
    “It’ll be huge,” Khoury insisted.
    “No, I mean big,” the man repeated. “We do this … what will it look like on the news? What will people see on TV? What’s the horrible image they’ll always remember? Blank screens at ATMs across the country? People sitting at their laptops and moaning about their bank statements?”
    “Look, you kidnapped us because you think we’re good at what we do. Okay, this is a terrific plot, I’m telling you. This is New York Times top five bestselling stuff, easy.”
    Berry nodded. “No question.”
    Their captor was clearly struggling with it. “I don’t see it. It’s just not … dramatic. It’s not sexy.”
    Khoury glanced at Berry, who spread his hands out slightly and shrugged with defeat.
    Then the man seemed to reach a conclusion. “No. It’s not what I’m looking for. All this hacking stuff … it’s just numbers and letters on a screen. It’s not real. And it doesn’t last. It’s quickly forgotten.” He shook his head slowly, his tone low with disappointment. “I did an online chemistry course, I took a high speed driving course, I spent hours on my computer doing simulator flying lessons for planes and helicopters, all to prepare for this … and you want to use hackers?”
    “You wanted something different,” Berry offered.
    He shook his head and sighed. “Is that all you’ve got?”
    He studied the two authors.
    They had nothing to add.
    “Fine,” he said, clearly dismayed. “I was hoping you’d come up with something special, but … fine. We’ll keep it simple. A bomb. Nuclear, dirty, I don’t care.”
    His phone started ringing.
    He pulled the unit out, spoke a few quick words in Arabic, then killed the call.
    “I’ve got to go. New guests to attend to.”
    His expression darkened, and he jabbed the air with a peremptory finger.
    “Find me something great to blow up, and a foolproof way to do it. And do it soon. My patience isn’t limitless.”

10
    Reilly and Malone were now in a locked, windowless room.
    There were no light fittings inside, at least none that they could