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point of conjecture.
    A tip from the National Intelligence Organization of Turkey—Milli I.stihbarat, or MI.T—led to a raid on a small machine shop in an industrial sector of Istanbul
     situated near slums where the noise of constructing a nuclear weapon was easily masked.
     And yes, Fisher had learned long ago that the process of nuclear bomb making was,
     in fact, quite loud, which seemed rather fitting, given the nature of the device.
    Their raid—a joint effort between the United States and Russia’s own foreign intelligence
     service, Sluzhba Vneshney Razvedki, or SVR—hadturned up little. Rahmani’s group had already pulled up stakes before they’d fully
     moved in and begun constructing their weapon. The SVR agent operating with them was
     a sour-faced mute who offered little more than shrugs between playing on his smartphone.
     Fisher had suggested that Istanbul was merely a diversionary stop along their route.
     The SVR agent had agreed. Then shrugged. Then agreed again.
    Bottom line: Rahmani had known where to find the uranium. And if he hadn’t, he would’ve
     at least known the players who could point Fisher and his team in the right direction.
    For now, though, all Fisher could do was stare through the rain as he was hoisted
     up to the chopper.
    The mountainside seemed darker and even emptier now. El Camino de la Muerte had claimed
     three more victims, and Fisher should have been grateful that he hadn’t been the fourth,
     but he wasn’t. He felt only anger—knots of anger—tightening in his gut.

2
    “MONEY is like alcohol,” Igor Kasperov was telling the reporters from the
Wall Street Journal
as they toured his Moscow headquarters. “It’s good to have enough, but it’s not target.
     I’m here to be global police and peacekeeper. I’m here to do charity work everywhere.
     I’m here, I guess, to save our world!” He tossed a hand into the air and unleashed
     one of his trademark smiles that had been featured on the cover of
Time
magazine. The two gray-haired, bespectacled reporters beamed back at him.
    Kasperov was no stranger to entertaining the press in the old factory that was now
     the headquarters of Kasperov Labs, one of the most successful computer antivirus corporations
     on the planet. That was no boast. According to
Forbes
, between 2009 and 2012 retail sales of his software increased 174 percent, reaching
     almost 5.5 million a year—nearly as much as his rivals Symantec and McAfee combined.
     Worldwide, he had over 60 million users of his security network, users who sent data
     to his headquarters every time they downloaded an application to their desktops. The
     cloud-based system automatically checked the code against a “green base” of 300 million
     software objects it knew to be trustworthy, as well as a “red base” of 94 million
     known malicious objects. Kasperov’s code was also embedded in Microsoft, Cisco, and
     Juniper Networks products, effectively giving the company 400 million users. His critics
     often quibbled over the accuracy of those numbers. He’d send them cases of vodka with
     notes that instructed them to relax and simply watch as Kasperov Labs became
the
world’s leading provider of antivirus software.
    To that end, Kasperov took enormous pleasure in employing hundreds of software engineers,
     coders, and designers barely out of college. This motley crew of pierced-and-tattooed
     warriors created a magnificent dorm room atmosphere that was, no pun intended, infected
     with their enthusiasm. They’d seen pictures of the playful Google offices in Mountain
     View, California, and had become, in a word, inspired. These reporters could sense
     that, and Kasperov played it up for them, joking around with the staff, high-fiving
     them like a six-foot-five rock star with unkempt sandy blond hair that he constantly
     tossed out of his face. His daily glasses of vodka had turned his cheeks ruddy, and
     last year he’d begun wearing bifocals, but he was