I didn’t wait to deliver the message I was carrying. I wanted to get it as widely distributed as quickly as possible. It took the Canadian government three days to clear it for dissemination. Apparently there had been several government officials who did not want it made public, knowing the political repercussions it might cause.

On our sixth day in Canada, I was sitting in a conference room at the Canadian Broadcasting Centre in Toronto, four empty Tim Hortons cups piled in front of me. I was joined at the long highly polished oak conference table by Shaw and two lieutenants, representing the self-proclaimed Government of the United States in Exile and journalists from the major Canadian newspapers and TV stations. This meeting was being taped for broadcast. Knowing that it would be seen in the United States, we decided Laura should not be in the room.

I began telling my story, although I gave a fictitious version of how I had obtained the code. One cold March night more than 250 years ago a mysterious man in a red coat had appeared on the streets of Boston and had urged the patriots to stand firm, leading directly to the Boston Massacre, arguably lighting the first flame of the American Revolution. In my story the mysterious man in a red sports jacket had reappeared on the streets of Washington. Claiming to be a coding genius living in a western state, he had handed me evidence that Flight 342 had been cyjacked by the Wrightman administration to terrify the American people into demanding Congress grant war powers to the president. “That’s something you know all about, Marty, don’t you?” I said, passing out copies of the graph.

The journalists in the room looked puzzled. Marty told the real story of the Detroit Massacre video.

“That’s it,” I finally concluded, “that’s how we got here. Questions?”

The room was silent as the reporters considered the possible impact of my claims. This was a pretty significant accusation, and the evidence seemed pretty flimsy. Several of them probably wondered about my sanity. They looked at each other, waiting for someone else to speak. Finally an associate producer of the evening news, Robert Hugall, asked the obvious question, “That’s quite a story, Mr. Stone. But is that all your evidence?”

In response I withdrew from one of Chair’s pockets a cone-shaped device resembling a small, sleek megaphone and slid it over the right arm. “Cher, display the Word document music, please.” Within seconds Chair projected a slightly out-of-focus image of the graphs on the far wall. Part of the image overlapped a wall map of Canada, so I moved Chair slightly to the right. “Cher, focus, please.”

The focus sharpened. I explained the general concept, using the example of finding similarities in fingerprints. Then, using a laser pointer, I traced the top line. “This is a portion of the code the cyjackers used to take control of Flight 342. It was released by the government. And this … Cher, next slide, please.” The next slide clicked into place. I traced it with my pointer. “This is the code supplied by the NSA to a national hacking championship for high schoolers.” The similarities were obvious; it was like looking at two images of the same mountain range. “There just isn’t any doubt these two codes were created by the same person or people. We do know this code, the competition code, was created at the NSA. Now, listen up … Cher, play the tones, please.”