"It's not about me. It's about what these locks protect," Tobias says. "Medeco locks are the best in the world—that's why they're used by the Pentagon, the embassies. These agencies believe that the locks can't be picked in under 15 minutes, that they can't be bumped, that you can't trace keys onto plastic. It's the definition of high security—and it's wrong! We proved it."
"Look," he says, taking it down a few notches. "If we can do it, so can the bad guys. Medeco needs to acknowledge it and let the locksmiths know it—and the DOD, FBI, CIA, Secret Service, and all their clients."
Tobias blinks frantically, trying to clear this appalling reality from his view-screen. "You know, they could have just admitted the problem. Just said, 'Marc, you're right and we're wrong and we need to admit this publicly and fix it.' But did they do that?"
Tobias waggles an emphatic no. "Instead, they called me an extortionist and trashed the Marc Tobias reputation. And they're going to pay for that," he says, stabbing the defenseless tablecloth for emphasis. "Oh yeah, arrogance does have its price."
