Gabe OOC Posted November 18, 2012 Share Posted November 18, 2012 Grabbing food from the convenience store wasn't the most healthy thing in the world, but hackers need their quick-fuel food and coffee. Stephen, the Lockheed Martin employee was about to moonlight in his other occupation. Fighting the Power. The abusive kind anyway, those money-grubbing corps and corrupt government shenanigans, certainly. Not so much Social Security that funded Grandma's retirement along with savings. And he had a target in mind for the Cred0. Goliath Bank, headquartered in Boston, major rising power in the financial industry, CEO Dana Walcott. And according to quiet messages from some contacts/fans, involved in dirty business. The clerk rung up his popcorn, chips, and pretzels. $15.74. It's a lot of snack goodies. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cred0 Posted November 19, 2012 Share Posted November 19, 2012 Mountain Dew Game Fuel was back on the market. That. Was. Awesome! If you'd asked Stephen, he'd have told you that Game Fuel was the best thing ever to come of the Halo game series. A few cases of that, some Pop Rocks, Doritos Jacked, and a handful of frozen Taquitos. Yea, tonight was going to be a good night. "Thanks, Joe!" He bid the cashier goodbye as he exited the store, "Seeya next week!" He strolled to the parking lot, and popped the locks on his Audi. He placed his goods on the seat beside him, and pressed the "Start Engine" button. The electric motor hissed as it began driving the pistons that powered his sleek, environmentally friendly vehicle. Slowly pulling out of the lot, he began the short drive back to his residential home. --- A few minutes later... *Sluuurp* *Tickety-tak-tak* *crunch munch* *Tak-tik-tik* *Sluuuuurp* The cacophony of sounds produced by his snackinging and hacking would have driven any normal onlooker crazy. Good thing he didn't have roommates. "There we go!" Came Sephen's exasperated cry of triumph. That last firewall had taken too long to crack for his tastes. He'd had to run his cracker three times. It was almost like the firewall had been automatically adapting to his attempts to break it. He scoffed at the notion. Nobody uses that kind of technology. Well, I could. But nobody in the professional world. Those last minute changes to my cracker did the trick, though... He was behind schedule. According to the figures he was given by HomeRow, one of his hacker contacts, if he wasn't on the inside of Goliath's security on the inside of the next minute, he'd start getting back-traced. Nothing I can't handle, he thought to himself as he took another swig of Game Fuel, But I'd rather avoid the inconvenience. Caffeine rushing through his system, the Hacker Cred0 redoubled his efforts to crack the bank's systems. He considered briefly leaving a text file of the story of David and Goliath in the location he planned on stealing the files from. He chuckled to himself. Truly, this was being alive. Cred0 cracked his knuckles. Just as he cracked the final level of Goliath's security, the alarms on his tracAlert program started going off. "No. We do not! We do that outside!" He opened up tracAlert, horrified to see that whoever was tracking him had been doing so for the last few minutes. They'd almost got a bead on him too! The smile on his face generated by the prospect of some healthy competition instantly faded. "Oh HELL no!" Cred0 attacked his keyboard. The room faded away. The cars driving by his house late at night ceased to exist. His world consisted only of his 6 monitors, three keyboards, and him. Defendo Tron 8000? What kind of gay hacker name is that?! What does he think this is? Transformers? Pfft! I'm so gonna take you down, sucker! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gabe OOC Posted December 12, 2012 Author Share Posted December 12, 2012 Cred0's concerned efforts redoubled as the mysterious DefendoTron 8000 seemed to get match him command for command, program for program. Somehow, it seemed the hacker on the other end way getting closer and closer, an emergency percentage bar on TracAlert nearing that dangerous 100%... But Stephen was picking up a pattern in his foe's electronic tactics, it was his way out if he could just lock onto it, and go back to teaching Goliath a lesson. OOC This is the bam moment for you, man. Rock em, Cred0. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cred0 Posted December 12, 2012 Share Posted December 12, 2012 1, 1, 2, 3, return. Lambda, Delta, Delta, Epsilon, return. 4. return. 4. return. It was always a four. The pattern was always a set of four. That was it. That was the key. That would be his way in, and his way out. He'd figured out how to beat this thing. Now he just needed to pull it off. His peripheral vision caught the TracAlert bar on the right-most monitor, Ninety-eight percent. Not much time left... The patterns began repeating he'd noticed. 1, 1, 2 Fibonacci! his fingers moved like lightning, performing the technical equivalent of heading his opponent's algorithm off at the pass. He returned a false result for the algorithm back to the Defendo Tron 8000's sensors, throwing it off his trail just so slightly. Ninety-six percent. Making progress. Don't slack off now! Cred0's tango with his pursuer lasted for what seemed like hours to him. But in reality, with a brain as fast as his firing on all cylinders like it was, it was only seconds, minutes. Some of the patterns he recognized. They were either well known, with set entries, like the Fibonacci sequence, or they were simple Mathematic or Geometric patterns. Once or twice he noticed a Logarithmic sequence make it's way in, but those were few and far between. Every once in a while he saw an encrypted, alphanumeric pattern crop up. The first one had taken him by surprise and set him back a little. But after that, he was wise to the computer's tricks. Fool me once, circuit brain... After a few entries, something changed. It wasn't four numbers or symbols that he had to beat out again. Before long it became five numbers, then six. It was actually becoming easier the longer he fought back. Thirty-two percent traced. I'm far enough ahead. But there's no telling how much longer I'll be able to really keep this up. Better upload those files now. Seconds passed. The file upload continued, and so did his private little war. Then suddenly, just as he was losing his grip and the TracAlert was climbing into the sixties, his uploader sounded it's alert. Done! Credo dove across the room, and yanked the power cord for the surge protector from the wall socket. Immediately, every one of his devices powered off. That was one advantage to using hardwired systems. You could get out of scrape in a flash. For a few seconds, Credo just sat on the floor, panting. Then it dawned on him. He'd won. He didn't know how. But he'd won. He, Credo, had just done the impossible. "Well, guess impossible isn't so impossible anymore." His eyes strayed to the wool cap with the Assassin's Creed logo emblazoned upon it that hung over his bed post. "Like they say, 'Nothing is True... Everything is Permited'." he told himself. No one was around to hear him. But that didn't stop him from cheering. WOOOOOOOooooooo!!! --- The next day, Stephen Lang snagged himself a copy of the Metro News as he stepped off the shuttle bus on his way to work. The headline was emblazoned across the front page: Goliath CEO Indited! A smirk shot across his face only briefly. He already knew the story: Industrial Espionage would be the charge. Irrefutable evidence, the prosecution would say. Stephen Lang pulled a sip from his 24oz. Starbucks Espresso Mocca Latte Frappe Coconut-a-cino. He didn't splurge all that often, but he'd say he deserved it. In a flutter of papers, the Metro New issue fell into the nearby recycling bin. Today was going to be a good day. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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