Rabon remembered the atmosphere in that war room as deathly still and sweaty and anxious rather than eagerness or anticipation. He knew that the possibility of achieving a Ross Ulbricht-style arrest and confiscating Cazes’ laptop (not to mention his phone) while logged on in real time was impossible at best. Even after all the international meetings and planning calls over the past few months, Raben, as enthusiastic as ever, found himself quietly expecting their plans to fail.
Across the table, Sanchez logged into Roosh V. She checked Rawmeo’s profile and confirmed to the group that he was online and active: Cazes at his keyboard. it’s time.
Then, a moment later, a voice came from the conference phone on the table. “My God,” it said. “We closed it.”
This is the Lithuanian team. Somehow, the agents there accidentally crashed the AlphaBay servers before they could finish imaging. Moments later, Cazes would get a message that AlphaBay was closed, possibly due to foul play. All he needs to do is close the laptop and it’s game over.
No choice: The team in the room frantically told agents on the ground they needed to arrest Kaz and do it Now.
Pisar alerted the two female agents in the gray Toyota Camry at the end of the cul-de-sac over the police radio. Just the day before, the NSA colonel and his team had canceled the planned mail delivery. The local post office warned them that Katz never personally signed for the packages, but his wife often came to the door. So they had to come up with an alternative at the last minute. Their plan B now centers on that humble Toyota and Nueng, sitting in the driver’s seat, whispering a prayer to themselves to slow her racing heart.
few seconds Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang in the cul-de-sac, followed by the sound of metal rubbing against concrete. As the Camry’s rear fender smashed into the fence of Cazes’ two-storey home, the front door bent and dragged off the rails, the noise ripped through an otherwise quiet morning in the Thai suburbs. capital.
The security guard at the end of the cul-de-sac started yelling at Nueng angrily.isn’t he only Tell her to go back directly? Nueng and another agent in her car got out, and Nueng stood in the street, scratching her head in a hapless look, apologizing to security and explaining that she was still learning to drive. At that moment, the vertical shutters on the second-story windows at the front of the house were partially opened — a detail seen on surveillance footage, setting off a wave of excitement in the war room at NSB headquarters.
They had seen the layout of the house earlier when they visited the spec room, which they knew was the master bedroom. Has Kaz left his computer?
Moments later, Cazes’ wife, Sunisa Thapsuwan, emerged from the front door of the house and poked her head around the crooked gate. The petite Thai woman, wearing a long pajamas over her pregnant belly, graciously reassured Nueng that it was all right and she and her friend could leave. But Nueng played her part tenaciously, yelling – as loud as she could, trying to get Cazes to hear the house – that she needed to pay for the damage.
“I’ll pay the price!” she pleaded. “I don’t want to pay it back in my next life!” Her hands were shaking as she pumped her adrenaline into the anxiety of a poor man in debt to the rich.
