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ALSO BY DANIEL SUAREZ
Daemon
For Generation Y
Behind the ostensible government sits enthroned an invisible
government owing no allegiance and acknowledging no responsibility
to the people. To destroy this invisible government, to
befoul the unholy alliance between corrupt business and corrupt
politics is the first task of the statesmanship of the day.
Theodore Roosevelt in 1906
Part One
December
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Chapter 1: // Dark Pool
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Profits in MillisecondsAlgorithmic stock trading is the future of finance, according to Wall Street titan Anthony Hollis , whose Tartarus Group employs sophisticated software that responds to market conditions, trading equities with sub-millisecond speed. Due to its extraordinary profitability, Holliss form of programmatic trading grew from 14 percent of all equity volume in 2003, to 73 percent of all volume in 2009.
However, critics contend that high-frequency tradeswhere a single stock may be bought and sold multiple times an houronly increases market volatility while producing nothing of value.
An elderly man emerged from the crowd and aimed a revolver straight at Anthony Holliss face. As the old workers thick index finger squeezed the trigger, Hollis sat up in darknessbreathing hard.
He glanced at the clock on the nightstand: 3:13 A.M. Motionless, he listened to his own rapid breathing.
He started to calm down as he looked around his bedroom. It was illuminated only by the soft glow of large flat-screen monitors mounted on the far wall, scrolling stock prices for the Nikkei, Shanghai, and Seoul exchanges. The monitors werent necessary anymore. They were merely a comfort to him.
Hollis took one more deep breath and tried to shake off the nightmare. He was just about to lie back down when the unmistakable crackling of gunfire somewhere in the night came to his ears.
He sat up again.
The phone beside his bed warbled. He grabbed the handset. Metzer, whats going on?
The calm voice of Rudy Metzer, his security director, came over the line. We have a situation by the service gate. Its being contained.
What kind of goddamned situation? Who the hell is shooting?
In the bed next to him, Holliss latest girlfriend looked up at him sleepily. She was a third his age. What is it?
He ignored her and tried to listen to Metzer.
Mr. Hollis, as a precaution, I want you to move into your secure room as soon as possible.
Are the police on the way?
Sir, the estates outside lines have been cut. Cell phones and radios jammed. Were isolated for the moment. I need you to move quickly and calmly to your safe room. Ill phone you on the landline. Do you understand?
Hollis absorbed Metzers words and felt actual fear. Yes. Yes, I understand. He returned the phone to the cradle and stared at nothing for a moment. The screens on the far wall now showed only video snow.
Whats happening, Tony?
Kidnappers? Assassins? Two months ago a retired autoworker had tried to kill him in Chicago. Metzers men saw the guy make his move, and they tackled him before he could pull the trigger. Some pension fund loser bent on revenge. Tonights intruders sounded more serious.
Tony!
He turned to her. Relax. Somebody tried to break in. Hollis got out of bed and put on his slippers and a robe.
Where are you going? I dont want to be left alone!
Dont be a pain in the ass. They caught the guy. I just need to take a piss. He ignored her frightened look and headed to the master bathroom.
He nudged the door closed behind him, turned on the lights, and padded across the Italian marble floor, headed toward the walk-in wardrobe. He opened twin doors to enter a sizeable room lined with H. Huntsman and Leonard Logsdail suits and rows of Edward Green and Berluti shoes.
Hollis avoided his reflection in the wraparound mirrors as he closed the doors behind him. Yes, he felt a twinge of conscience, but then, he didnt really know this girl. He hadnt done a back-grounder on her yet, and he wasnt about to bring her into his secure room. She could be a plant. People were capable of anything for money.
Hollis walked quickly to the far wall and opened the faceplate of a wall-mounted digital thermostat. It revealed an alphanumeric keypad where he tapped in his security codethe exact amount of his first investment. A section of the wooden wall rolled aside, revealing a hidden room whose lights flickered on automatically. The door was solid steel, nearly six inches thickthe reinforced concrete walls of his secure room were even thicker. A sign of the times.
He moved inside and tapped a red pressure switch near the door. The opening slid closed and locked with a dull boom. A large bank of monitors glowed to life on the far side of the room above a security console. From here he could watch the action through dozens of surveillance cameras. There was also a dedicated emergency phone line, a radio base station, and a house phone. The room also had a sofa, a wet bar, and flat-screen televisionnot to mention shelves of emergency provisions and a narrow door leading to a Spartan restroom.
Hollis had everything he needed to await rescue.
The house phone rang, and he tapped the speakerphone button as he clicked through monitors, trying to find the service gate cameras. Talk to me.
Metzers voice came over the speaker. Can you get a dial tone on your emergency line?
Hollis grabbed the emergency phone and held it to his ear. Nothing. Some cultural instinct compelled him to stab repeatedly at the hook switch. Its dead. This was supposed to be a buried cable. How did they know where it was, Metzer?
Hollis heard talking in the background. Then Metzer came back on. Well talk about that later. Right now Ive got men missing, and motion detectors in alarm all over the estate. Im pulling everyone back into a perimeter around the master suite.
How did these people get through the gates? One of the security monitors showed the estates front entrance, which stood wide open.
I dont know.
Its your job to know! I wasnt supposed to ever need this room, damnit. He fumed for a moment then added, Send someone up to get Mary.
Shes not with you?
I cant have her in here. Just put her in a closet or something. And figure out a way to contact the police. I dont care if you have to use fucking smoke signals! He hung up and kept flipping through security monitors. Hed spent a fortune on security, and he wasnt getting much of a return on his investment. He was going to sack the entire security team after this was overstarting with Metzer.
As Hollis cycled through cameras, the monitors showed various rooms on a dozen screensmulticar garage, pool patio, pub room, dining room, driveway...
He stopped cold. In the middle of the driveway, one of Metzers suited security men lay in a pool of blood, still clutching a submachine gun. His head was missing.
