"Matthew, you'd better finish explaining what you're up to." Tam was standing behind me, her hand gripping my shoulder.
"Look, we have to do this fast. Switch a beat on Noda, break his rhythm. Just trust me."
"My favorite word." She didn't move.
"Now"—I pointed to a column of green numbers on the left-hand side of the screen—"are those the percentage holdings DNI has?"
"Looks correct."
They were about what I remembered. DNI's positions varied from around fifty percent to the low sixties.
"Okay." I turned to face her. "Which of these do you want to knock out first? There may not be time to torpedo them all."
"What are you going to do?" She was frowning, but I could tell the idea had appeal.
"Set dynamite under them. Just blow them sky-high."
"How?"