The next day Jack got a visit from the police. The briefing said it was to be expected. Jack took a deep breath to calm himself. He needed to put on a good performance but was almost paralytic with fear. He invited the officers in and they sat in the living room. Jack couldn't get his wife's murder out of his mind and he was sure the autopsy would confirm his wife's death wasn't natural. Jack gave an abysmal performance and the experienced police officers could 'smell' the fear in Jack's body-language and speech.
Unknown to the three people in the room, the microphone on Jack's laptop relayed the conversation through the internet to a darkened room. The operator could also hear the fear in Jack's voice.
The operator picked up his mobile and texted "Client 33 is breaking down & needs to be terminated immediately. Preparing to wipe the laptop." to someone higher up the food-chain.
Jack finally broke down and confessed. The police officers arrested him. One officer grabbed the laptop and the other walked Jack to the police car and put him in the back. They climbed in the front and drove off. The laptop would be useless as evidence as it and the USB memory stick had been remotely wiped a few seconds before. The police car stopped at some traffic lights and an unmarked white van pulled up next to them.
Jack suddenly felt very hot. "Ahhh !" he screamed.
"Be quite !" shouted one of the police officers. Jack went quiet.
When they got to the police station Jack was dead. A few days later the autopsy showed that the cause of Jennie's death was heart attack brought on by a combination her extreme obesity, bad health, age and the sudden exertion at the gym. The autopsy on Jack would show he was killed by extreme heat to the upper body.
"How did you kill Jack ?" enquired the first man in the Rolls-Royce.
"Oh, we used a 20 kilowatt microwave mounted inside a white van." said the second man.
"Cool, a directed energy weapon, nice ... doesn't the metal body of the van stop the microwaves ?" asked the first man.
"No, the back section is fibreglass and painted glossy white to look like metal." replied the second.
"Nice. We should be able to use that a few more times before the police get wise. Don't forget to change the colours and vehicle types." said the first man.
"Good idea." replied the second man.
The Rolls-Royce sped on to Ramsgate where the yacht was moored. The two men got out and did anti-surveillance protocols. They met up again near a marina.
"I got to read the autopsy report on Jack and apparently he smelt of fried chicken !" said the second man.
"Oh that's fucking brilliant ... finger lick'n good !" joked the first man as they walked down the walkway to the yacht and climbed aboard, still laughing.
"Did we receive full payment from him ?" asked the first man pouring two drinks at the bar.
"We got about half before we zapped him." replied the second man "He couldn't have told the fuzz anything really damaging but I had to be sure, plus it creates a deterrent for anybody else who might have similar thoughts." he continued.
"I think we should move some of the operation here." said the first man.
"Are we going international ?" asked the second man.
"Yes, but later on. We need to expand so get Debz recruiting more hackers, field ops, oh and weapons experts." said the first man.
"OK ... weapons ! are you starting an army ?" asked the second man.
"Not really but we are bound to bump into armed police and special forces at some point so best be ready. We also need to get people inside the police and GCHQ." said the first man.
"The police should be easy enough but GCHQ ! that will be very hard." said the second man.
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Alternative Section 16 - "Chapter 7 - Expansion" |
By Peter (UID:1)
Greg had just written a zero-day exploit for Windows 8. This exploit was basically a hack that would allow anyone to take control of any Windows 8 machine via the internet and would be undetectable by any anti-virus software. He needed to get it listed on various hacker forums to sell it.
Only a clueless idiot would connect to these forums directly from their own Internet connection, so Greg fired-up the Tor+Firefox bundle and connected using that. His connection would be bounced all over the world making him almost impossible to trace. As an added precaution he connected using his neighbour's WiFi using a clean, air-gapped laptop in case it got hacked by someone else on the Internet.
He looked at the various entries.
"Wow the others have been very busy." thought Greg looking at all the new exploits, worms, trojans, viruses and related malware, mostly for Windows, but there were some for Mac OS-X and various flavours of Linux. He found the appropriate forum and uploaded his exploit.
Greg was done for the night and moved to his sofa with a beer to watch TV for a while. Greg was half way through his beer when someone knocked on his door. Greg quickly reached for a small black device and kept it in his hand. This device would erase any incriminating evidence on his computers with just one button push - very handy if the police raided his flat.
Greg went to the door and opened it and was pleasantly surprised to find a tall blond woman standing there.
"I'm Sarah." lied Deborah as a precaution.
"I'm Greg." said Greg.
"I know ... shall we go inside ?" said 'Sarah' pushing her way past him.
"Yes ... lets." said Greg sarcastically as he closed the door.
"What a horrid little place you have here Greg." said 'Sarah' looking at all the screens, computers, cables, dust, underwear and empty pizza boxes strewn around Greg's flat.
"It's home." said Greg.
"I'm sure it is ... to a few million cockroaches." sneered 'Sarah' clearing away a cobweb.
"To business. My boss wants employ you." she threw a bundle of notes at Greg. "That's ten grand to get you started." continued 'Sarah' "All you have to do is come with me now and leave this crap behind."
"How long will we be ? I have work in a few hours." said Greg.
"You not getting it." said 'Sarah' impatiently "Leave this crappy life you've excreted for yourself right now, come with me and earn some REAL cash doing some REAL work."
"You want me to leave my stuff behind ? what about work ? friends ?" said Greg.
"Jesus ! I've just given you 10K, buy new stuff. You're a cubicle-rodent for a shitty IT company, fuck work ! and most of your friends are morons !" said 'Sarah'.
"How can I just disappear, people will notice." said Greg.
"We will make it look like you hacked a bit too far and got 'disappeared' by some powerful people, we will even leave a bit of your blood around to make it look convincing. Obviously you can never come back." explained 'Sarah'.
"Err where will you get my blood from ?" enquired Greg nervously.
"You !" said 'Sarah' pulling out a syringe. "So, Greg, choose: being paid heaps of cash for stuff you love doing or remaining here in this shit-hole of a life. Oh and we don't have all day !" she continued.
Greg thought for a few seconds and held out his arm and 'Sarah' extracted some blood. She then capped the syringe and handed it to the man who had just walked in.
"Remove all your hard drives, give me your mobile phone and come now." instructed 'Sarah'.
"Why my phone ?" asked Greg.
"They can be traced. As if you didn't know !" said 'Sarah'.
"OK" said Greg who handed his phone to 'Sarah' who handed it to the other man.
"He will take your phone and leave a false trail for the police to follow." said 'Sarah'.
Greg got a screw driver, opened the computers, removed the drives as requested and put them into a holdall along with his cash. He followed 'Sarah' out of his flat for the last time. As he walked down the corridor he heard his stuff being smashed.
"The man we left behind will make it look like someone forced their way in, broke your stuff, shot you, dragged you away along with your drives. Put this on." instructed 'Sarah'.
"OK" said Greg nervously putting a woolly hat over his head.
"My real name is Deborah not Sarah but just call me Debz." said Deborah.
"OK. Hi Debz, nice to meet you." said Greg getting to her car.
Deborah jumped in and removed her blond wig to reveal her shoulder-length black hair. She started the car and they drove away.
"So, who will I be working for ?" asked Greg.
"I can't tell you, at least for the time being," said Deborah, "but you will be working with a small team of hackers creating some state-of-the-art malware."
"Cool. Will I get to meet people in other departments ?" said Greg.
"No, 'fraid not. Everything is compartmentised. We all work in self-contained units a bit like terrorist ASUs." said Deborah.
"ASU ?" asked Greg.
"Active Service Units. They are small, close-nit teams and almost impossible to infiltrate." said Deborah "We also occasionally move around to avoid detection - that's how we found you, by the way." she added.
"Yeah, I was wondering how you did that ?" said Greg.
"I'm sure you are ... we're nearly there." said Deborah as she pulled into an underground car park.
She removed her mobile from her bag and hid it under the seat. They got out, walked out of the underground car park, along the street and into an apartment block.
"Why not park here, it has an underground car park too ?" asked Greg a little confused.
"Mobiles can be tracked and I don't want to give away the location to GCHQ." said Deborah.
They walked to the lift and got in. Deborah pressed floor 35 and said "You're gonna love it !"
The lift stopped at floor 35 and they walked out into a large room with panoramic views over the city. Greg looked around at the occupants, a mix of men and women were sitting, chatting and drinking.
"We've got the whole floor !" explained Deborah, "Do you want to see the pool ?" she asked.
"The ... pool !" said Greg not quite believing his eyes ... or his luck.
"Hey Heike, show Greg the pool !!" yelled Deborah, A tall, muscular German woman walked over, threw Greg over her shoulder and walked outside to the pool. Everyone laughed and clapped.
"What the fuck !" yelled Greg as he was thrown, head-first into the pool.
"Everybody this is Greg, make him feel at home." yelled Deborah and sat down with a glass of wine.
Greg surfaced and was pulled out of the pool by Heike who then offered him a huge glass of Champagne.
"My mobile is probably fucked now !" complained Greg.
"Let me see." said Heike.
Greg pulled a dripping phone out of his damp pocket and handed it to her.
"Get a new one." said Heike as she threw it on the floor and stepped on it. "It should have been taken from you by Debz. They can be easily tracked." she continued.
"Ooops, he had two phones !" thought Deborah looking at the broken phone through the plate glass window. She sipped her wine.
"Welcome." said Heike and kissed Greg on the forehead. She wanted to kiss him on the lips but at 6'5 she was taller than most men, making forehead kissing her easiest option. Greg walked inside, dripping wet and got introduced to everyone.
Heike showed him to his room, he got changed into some spare clothes. Deborah went into his room.
"You didn't tell me about the second phone !" she said angrily.
"Sorry, heat-of-the-moment, but it's burner phone so it shouldn't be a problem." explained Greg.
"OK, I suppose not. I need ALL your credit cards, loyalty cards anything that can be linked to your old life" ordered Deborah.
"OK" Greg pulled out his wallet and handed her all the cards he had.
"Lets party !" said Deborah and they re-joined the party.
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