““Because I know what you seek!” the faceless American snapped, a gentle spasm in his left hand. “You seek war…the last war, a war that will run Israel back under the sea from whence it came. I can, and will, give you that war, for a small price. You, with my assistance, will draw the United States into attacking your old masters in Iran—the same masters who abandoned you here to rot. In exchange, I will take Hezbollah from those spineless clerics, and hand it, to you.” “And how do you intend to do that?” “By making you and your band a nuclear power.” Al-Din stared down his guest. “And you? What do you seek?” The faceless American hissed, “Chaos.””