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This wasn’t a vacation. It was his trapdoor—his out. The final touch of an escape plan that had<br />
been in the works since he’d begun his security overhaul months earlier. A what-to-do-in-case-of-anemergency<br />
scheme. After months of research and seeking the advice of Variety Jones, it turned out the<br />
Commonwealth of Dominica, where citizenship can be picked up for an “investment” of around<br />
$75,000, would serve as the perfect place for Ross to hide the Dread Pirate Roberts from the Feebs.<br />
It was also the ideal spot for Ross to stash his millions of tax-free dollars without Uncle Sam asking<br />
where all that money came from.<br />
The entire trip to Dominica was an exhausting slog. Ross would deboard a plane and find a<br />
private corner in the airport to open his laptop so that DPR could log on to the Silk Road and wage<br />
war against attackers before rushing off to the next flight. This went on again and again until Ross<br />
finally landed in the tropics.<br />
He stepped off the plane to see a tiny airport with a blue roof surrounded by tentacle-like palm<br />
trees. The taxi from the airport took almost an hour to get to the Fort Young Hotel on Victoria Street,<br />
where Ross was staying.<br />
When he arrived, he checked in, logged on to the site, and was immediately relieved to discover<br />
that Smedley had managed to squelch the assault against the Silk Road. Everything was back to<br />
normal—for now.<br />
Ross closed his laptop, crawled under the soft white sheets on his bed, and slept for fourteen<br />
long hours.<br />
When he woke up, sounds from the Caribbean were waiting outside his window. Birds—<br />
seagulls, pelicans, and colorful parrots—talked among themselves as the sound of the water washing<br />
over the rocks below trickled into the hotel. He walked out onto his balcony and looked off to the<br />
right, where the cruise ship dock sat empty. To his left he could see Champagne Beach and the top of<br />
Pointe Michel. It should have been the perfect morning in paradise, but when DPR went online, he<br />
found himself back in a living hell. While Ross had slept, the attackers had returned with a<br />
vengeance, and the Silk Road was completely incapacitated. A hacker who went by the moniker “JE”<br />
had e-mailed DPR and demanded a $10,000 Bitcoin bounty to stop the assault. DPR messaged his<br />
consigliere, Variety Jones, and asked what to do. “Pay,” VJ counseled.<br />
After all, $10,000 was nothing to DPR these days. Considering the Silk Road was now, on<br />
average, facilitating a quarter million dollars in sales each day, an hour of the attack was costing DPR<br />
more than the hacker’s measly ransom fee. (The $10,000 fee soon turned into a demand for a $25,000<br />
payoff.) Reluctantly he sent the money.<br />
“Had to swallow my pride there,” DPR wrote to Jones after transferring the Bitcoins to the<br />
aggressor. But the site was back alive—again, just for now. Before the pummeling resumed, there was<br />
a lot of work to do to plug holes in the ship. VJ said that he would work with Smedley to get<br />
everything back in order and prepare for new assaults. “Take some time to meditate,” Variety Jones<br />
told DPR. “Get centered ‘n shit.”<br />
Ross was grateful that the relationship between the two men was now back at its peak, and they<br />
had started offering affectionate quips to each other once again, especially when they signed off the<br />
site at night. “Love ya :)” Dread would write to VJ, who replied, “Dude, you know I love ya’ too,<br />
eh.” At other times they would end the day with “smooches ‘n shit” and a “smoochie boochie” back.<br />
So when Variety Jones told Dread to go and meditate, that’s exactly what Ross did. He closed his<br />
laptop and set off through the hotel in search of a Jacuzzi. The resort was a stunning three-hundred-