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I know that there are angry spirits

And turbulent mutterers of stifled treason,

Who lurk in narrow places, and walk out

Muffled to whisper curses to the night;

Disbanded soldiers, discontented ruffians…

—Lord Byron, 1788–1824

Conspirators lurk in the shadows, biding their time, hiding their faces. I’ll drag the criminals into the light of day and unmask them for all to see.

—Mack Bolan