Rabenn remembers the environment of that battle room as extra useless silence and sweaty, anxious stress than eagerness or anticipation. He knew the potential for reaching a Ross Ulbricht–type arrest and seizing Cazes’ laptop computer in a dwell, logged-in state—to not point out his cellphone—was a protracted shot at greatest. Even in spite of everything their worldwide conferences and planning calls over the previous months, and regardless of his normal hard-driving enthusiasm, Rabenn discovered himself quietly anticipating their plan to fail.
Throughout the desk, Sanchez was logged in to Roosh V. She checked Rawmeo’s profile and confirmed to the group that he was on-line and lively: Cazes was at his keyboard. It was time.
Then, moments later, a voice piped up from the convention cellphone on the desk. “Oh God,” it stated. “We shut it down.”
It was the workforce in Lithuania. One way or the other, the brokers there had unintentionally crashed the AlphaBay server earlier than they may end imaging it. In a matter of moments, Cazes could be tipped off that AlphaBay was down, probably as a consequence of foul play. All he would want to do was shut his laptop computer and the sport could be over.
There was no selection: The workforce within the convention room frantically advised the brokers on the bottom that they wanted to arrest Cazes and do it now.
Pisal gave a cue through police radio to the 2 feminine brokers within the grey Toyota Camry on the mouth of the cul-de-sac. Simply the day earlier than, the NSB colonel and his workforce had scrapped the postal supply plan. The native submit workplace had warned them that Cazes by no means signed for packages himself, that his spouse usually got here to the door as a substitute. In order that they’d needed to suppose up a last-minute different. Their plan B now centered on that inconspicuous Toyota and an agent who glided by the nickname Nueng, sitting within the driver’s seat, whispering Buddhist prayers to herself to gradual her racing heartbeat.
A number of seconds later, a loud clang rang out throughout the cul-de-sac, adopted by the sound of metallic grinding on concrete. The Camry had simply plowed its rear fender into the fence of Cazes’ two-story residence, bending the entrance gate, dragging it off its rails, and making a clamor that ripped by way of the quiet of an in any other case peaceable morning on the outskirts of the Thai capital.
The safety guard on the finish of the cul-de-sac started shouting in exasperation at Nueng. Hadn’t he simply advised her to again straight out? Nueng and the opposite agent in her automobile stepped out of the car, and Nueng stood on the road, scratching her head in a show of haplessness, apologizing and explaining to the safety guard that she was nonetheless studying to drive. At that second, a vertical shutter opened partially on a second-floor window on the entrance of the home—a element, seen on the surveillance video feed, that despatched a wave of pleasure by way of the battle room at NSB headquarters.
They’d gotten the structure of the house on an earlier journey to the spec home, and so they knew that this was the master suite. Had Cazes stepped away from his pc?
A second later, Cazes’s spouse, Sunisa Thapsuwan, got here out from the home’s entrance door and poked her head across the bent gate. The petite Thai lady, carrying a protracted nightshirt over her pregnant stomach, kindly reassured Nueng that it was high quality, that she and her buddy may go away. However Nueng, doggedly enjoying her half, shouted—as loudly as potential, attempting to undertaking in order that Cazes may hear inside the home—that she wanted to pay for the injury.
“I wish to pay for it!” she pleaded. “I don’t wish to pay for it within the subsequent life!” Her fingers shook as she channeled her adrenaline into the anxiousness of a poor one who owes one thing to a wealthy individual.