One of the headlights on the aging BMW Wilson's driving is burned out, and he's wearing sunglasses. "They're prescription," he says drily.
It's May Day, every anarchist's favorite holiday, and the two 26-year-olds have marked the occasion by releasing a piece of software that represents their best attempt so far to undermine every government in the world. A call from a lawyer friend has reminded them that creative US prosecutors might hit them with conspiracy or other charges. So they've decided to skip town.