“No problem,” Malloy said. “You can say anything you want about me, but just spell my name right.” Since he'd left law enforcement and started his consulting company, Malloy had become a pro at handling reporters. “You were at the press conference?”

“Oh yeah,” Barnes said. “Quite the arsenal! The Long Range Acoustic Devices you've got mounted on the Humvees just blow my mind. Is it true those things were used in Iraq?”

“They're considered nonlethal weapons. They can let out an ear-splitting screech that drowns out even the loudest demonstrators.”

“If someone blasted one hundred and fifty decibels in my ear, I'd stop chanting about peace and justice.”

“We'll only use the screamers to communicate with large crowds. We tested them the other day. Good for four blocks at least.”

“Uh-huh,” the reporter said, jotting down a few notes. “The anarchists will get the message, all right.”

“My guess is that we won't need the big artillery. It's the little stuff that counts, like the scooter patrols and mechanical barriers.”

“I've heard you've got a lot of high-tech stuff too.”

“True,” Malloy said. “The most effective way to control the crazies is with software, not hardware.”

“How so?”

“Let's take a ride.” Malloy turned the key in the ignition. As the car pulled away from the curb, he got on the radio. “This is Nomad. Heading north on Broadway.”

“Nomad?” Barnes said after Malloy had signed off.

“I wander around a lot. Keeping an eye on things. The crazies know I'm on the move, but they don't know where I am. Keeps them on edge.” He turned east, drove a short distance on Park, then made his way back to Broadway.

“Who are these 'crazies,' as you call them?”

“When it comes to anarchists, you never know who or what you're dealing with. Back in Seattle, we had enviro nuts and peace nuts. We had Wiccans and feminist neo-pagans, yelling about the WTO and the Goddess, whoever she is. Most of your mainstream anarchists are against the world economic order. They're nonviolent when it comes to people, but some of them say corporate property is fair game. Chaos is their main weapon. They're usually organized in autonomous collectives or affinity groups. They act by consensus and avoid any kind of hierarchy.”

“Given their lack of organization, what exactly are you looking for?”

“Hard to describe,” Malloy said. “Pretty much the same stuff I did when I was on the street. The crazies will split up into small groups. Pairs or singles. I just look for patterns of behavior.”

“I've read about the Seattle protests. Sounds like that was a nightmare.”

Malloy let out a low whistle. “I've still got the scars to prove it. What a mess!”

“What went wrong?”