“Dick, I need a war.”

“Well, as always, you’ve come to the right place, Mr. Creel.”

“It won’t be a typical conflict.”

“I never expect typical from you.”

“But you have to sell it. You have to make them believe, Dick.”

“I can make them believe anything.”

AT PRECISELY ZERO HOURS UT, or midnight Universal Time, the image of the tortured man erupted onto the world’s most popular Web site.

The first six words he spoke would be remembered forever by everyone who heard them.

“I am dead. I was murdered.”

He was speaking Russian on the screen but at the bottom his tragic story was retold in virtually any language one desired with the press of a key. Secret Russian Federation police had beaten “confessions” of treason out of him and his family. He’d managed to escape and make this crude video.

Whoever held the camera had either been scared to death, drunk, or both, for the grainy film vibrated and shook every few seconds.

The man said if the video had been released that meant he’d been recaptured by government thugs and was already dead.

His crime? Simply wanting freedom.

“There are tens of thousands just like me,” he told the world. “Their bones lie heavy on the frozen tundra of Siberia and in the deep waters of Lake Balkhash in Kazakhstan. You will see evidence of this soon. There are others who will take up the fight now that I am gone.”