"No way," David said. "The other Vienna signatories would be all over us.... ‘Imperial America’—Christ, it wouldn’t be six months before people were car-bombing us all over the world." He prodded glumly with his chopsticks at a lump of sukiyaki. "And ay de mi, los Rusos —not that the Soviets amount to much these days, but would they ever be pissed.... Look, the real agency to handle these matters is the Vienna Convention. The Vienna spooks are licensed to stop terrorism—that’s their job."