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Thu Nov 03, 2011 10:39 am » by Troll2rocks
The book is called DISCLOSURE
Forward
This book is written by the forum members of Disclose TV, below you will find each new post is a new part of the story
I will start the first paragraph, please make each comment made another paragraph, and when or if we reach a high enough page count, I will edit them all together and create an Ebook that we all wrote together.
The rules are you have to have read what went before it before you post and it has to "somewhat" flow with the overall narrative that is being constructed, In other words you cant just introduce vampires or robots, it has to make sense from what has come before it, try and be serious with what you write and
NO QUOTING PREVIOUS POSTS PLEASE
NO MORE THAN 40 LINES OF TEXT PER PERSON PER POST, NO LESS THAN 5
ALL PARAGRAPHS MUST BE HIGHLIGHTED IN BLACK BOLD and not in caplocks.
NO SEX
NO RACISM
Post as many times as you like, try and guide the story to how you like it, and also allow others to influence you to follow them, the outcome may be interesting.
I will be the one to start chapters after a certain number of posts have been made to stop it from all going crazy straight away.
try and take it seriously we can have fun doing this so there is no need to be a smart arse.
There is no genre this book is bound to, it just has to have a "coherent" narrative from post to post, you will be surprised what the vivid imaginations on this forum can come up with, and can you match them ?
The opening chapter is a little longer in order to set up a story.
Most importantly I would ask that people only post their individual paragraphs and not a word more, as mixing together conversations with the paragraphs you write will become confusing for everyone, I would ask any mods to edit and remove any references like this that are not directly related to the story in question if at all possible
So shall we begin ?
____________________________________________________________________
DISCLOSURE
Chapter One
As the haze of his thoughts and the ringing in his ears elapsed, John Doe began to rouse from his slumber. The light of his laptop filled the dark room and all around him the gentle whirl of the processors in his laptop hummed. The light from his laptop snapped into focus and once again his attention was fixated on the scrolling code he had set in motion. All of this work and all of this time spent in search of a subject that many would consider unimportant and downright stupid, to him was the most important thing he could think of, and he was close now, very close. That week had been interesting, while searching for an independent listing of encrypted military servers on a private network that was unprotected or at least not protected enough, John Doe finally found what he was looking for after 5 years of continued effort. A route into the mainframe where the dark servers are housed. After vague reference after vague reference hidden and buried within all manner of different locales of all the private networks and institutions he gained access too, this was the holy grail, an unbelievable combination of determination and good fortune got him into the one system on Earth that was considered completely secure.
As his automated and manually upgraded software continued to sift folder after folder, for key words, he decided it was time for drink, after all, hacking was thirsty work, and no three in the morning hangover would ever feel the same without a nice glass of coke.
As the cold floor in the kitchen cooled his feet and the fizz in the glass settled, his drunken vision continued to clear. As he drank down what would of been his first of many cokes of the morning he heard a dull beeping coming from the front room.
The scan was complete. Two Hundred and Twenty terabytes worth of folders had been scanned over the previous 5 days, and this was only just a fraction of the total number of folders contained and stored on just one of the many servers he has access too. This would all be to much for any one person to sift through and analyse, which is why he set it to route out the key words he was searching for and narrow the field of view for the data he wanted. He had managed to pull some documents from several folders that were classified and unedited versions of declassified documents officially released but edited. This told him he was exactly where he needed to be, and was exactly what he was looking for.
Earlier in the week when John had opened up his scanner and checked the key word reference hits. 200,470 hits for the keyword "Unidentified", 400,865 hits for "Unknown", 16,379 hits for "Cosmic", and 1,656,384 hits for "Restricted". So far so good, John hit the "arrange as" button and selected files, the processors on his laptop whirled and several moments passed until the results came back, when they did they read, 20,457 IMG files, 2,308,347 Documents, 8,486 Media.
When he first set the scanner to rerun the results using the combine by location function so the keywords relevant to the location could be locked down to specific servers and data pathways. The cross reference narrowed down the field of view to three independent servers which contained the majority of these keywords with one standing out in particular. This was the target, and for the last week he has been sifting folder after folder looking for the one instance of the proof he required, and today he found it.
Sitting at his laptop coke in one hand while fumbling the controls he hit a folder titled #HiQ-Ref462,8921-Rtrcd all it contained was video file labelled 462,8921, he clicked the file and what unfolded on his monitor before him was earth shattering. What tha fuck!!!, John dropped his coke, while the liquid from his recently deceased glass soaked up everything around it, all he did was soak up the screen, his eyes grew wider and wider and the importance of what he was witnessing enveloped him. c'mon John time to act, time to act now! but he couldn't he was lost to the moment, and then it passed. He sat there for a few moments staring at his screen jaw open in awe. Suddenly he sprang into action and set about retrieving the file to his external hard drive, John thought to himself, Right, a 2.1GB file about 3 mins to transfer at my speeds.
He hit transfer, 4 minutes until completion, he refreshed the scan log, nothing there. He pressed it again, nothing. He checked the file transfer starting to panic, 0,87GB still transferring, he clicked back to scanner, it was unresponsive. Oh fuck no no no, dont fucking crash on me now, He clicked the file transfer again, still going 1.27GB. Relief like nobody had ever felt before John was experiencing, he clicked into the system to see if there was abnormal activity, but again the system was unresponsive, he could not get in. Somethings wrong, I know it I know it I know it, John felt the panic rise in his gut, he checked the transfer, 1.97GB now, but it was no longer moving.
John sat there hand over mouth trying to keep himself from screaming, he got it, he got exactly what he needed and now this happens, how fucking unfair, he thought. Why is it always fucking me who has these computer problems, finally he let rip and shouted This is fucking incredi.... he was cut of by the ringing of a phone, John turned and screams at the phone, you can fuck off too.
Standing there in the middle of his living room hand on his head John looked a sad figure in the dark dim light cast by his laptop and would that fucking phone ever stop ringing!!! Then he looked at the clock on the wall, its 4:17 in the morning, who on earth could that be, something must be wrong, I best fucking answer it and fake sympathy or whatever the fuck I have to deal with. John picked up the phone. Hello ?
Silence... Helloooooo?. Still nothing, Who is this ?, Nothing. Hey, you fucking there buddy or wh.... Click. John looks over at his monitor a DOS BOX message board had been opened on his computer. Sprinting over dragging the phone along with the contents of the table it was attached to with it, he hunches over his laptop in the txt box is written the message, "Have you been having fun =) ?".
Click! John turns off the power, disconnects the hard drive, I still got 90% of that video on this drive, If this were a movie I would be running by now. John was great at a lot of things but covering his tracks may not have been one of them. However unlikely he always thought this scenario was, he had been actively pursuing achieving it, and he did have a plan, even if it was not all that clever or smart. It was a plan, but first I have to get the fuck out of here.
Forward
This book is written by the forum members of Disclose TV, below you will find each new post is a new part of the story
I will start the first paragraph, please make each comment made another paragraph, and when or if we reach a high enough page count, I will edit them all together and create an Ebook that we all wrote together.
The rules are you have to have read what went before it before you post and it has to "somewhat" flow with the overall narrative that is being constructed, In other words you cant just introduce vampires or robots, it has to make sense from what has come before it, try and be serious with what you write and
NO QUOTING PREVIOUS POSTS PLEASE
NO MORE THAN 40 LINES OF TEXT PER PERSON PER POST, NO LESS THAN 5
ALL PARAGRAPHS MUST BE HIGHLIGHTED IN BLACK BOLD and not in caplocks.
NO SEX
NO RACISM
Post as many times as you like, try and guide the story to how you like it, and also allow others to influence you to follow them, the outcome may be interesting.
I will be the one to start chapters after a certain number of posts have been made to stop it from all going crazy straight away.
try and take it seriously we can have fun doing this so there is no need to be a smart arse.
There is no genre this book is bound to, it just has to have a "coherent" narrative from post to post, you will be surprised what the vivid imaginations on this forum can come up with, and can you match them ?
The opening chapter is a little longer in order to set up a story.
Most importantly I would ask that people only post their individual paragraphs and not a word more, as mixing together conversations with the paragraphs you write will become confusing for everyone, I would ask any mods to edit and remove any references like this that are not directly related to the story in question if at all possible
So shall we begin ?
____________________________________________________________________
DISCLOSURE
Chapter One
As the haze of his thoughts and the ringing in his ears elapsed, John Doe began to rouse from his slumber. The light of his laptop filled the dark room and all around him the gentle whirl of the processors in his laptop hummed. The light from his laptop snapped into focus and once again his attention was fixated on the scrolling code he had set in motion. All of this work and all of this time spent in search of a subject that many would consider unimportant and downright stupid, to him was the most important thing he could think of, and he was close now, very close. That week had been interesting, while searching for an independent listing of encrypted military servers on a private network that was unprotected or at least not protected enough, John Doe finally found what he was looking for after 5 years of continued effort. A route into the mainframe where the dark servers are housed. After vague reference after vague reference hidden and buried within all manner of different locales of all the private networks and institutions he gained access too, this was the holy grail, an unbelievable combination of determination and good fortune got him into the one system on Earth that was considered completely secure.
As his automated and manually upgraded software continued to sift folder after folder, for key words, he decided it was time for drink, after all, hacking was thirsty work, and no three in the morning hangover would ever feel the same without a nice glass of coke.
As the cold floor in the kitchen cooled his feet and the fizz in the glass settled, his drunken vision continued to clear. As he drank down what would of been his first of many cokes of the morning he heard a dull beeping coming from the front room.
The scan was complete. Two Hundred and Twenty terabytes worth of folders had been scanned over the previous 5 days, and this was only just a fraction of the total number of folders contained and stored on just one of the many servers he has access too. This would all be to much for any one person to sift through and analyse, which is why he set it to route out the key words he was searching for and narrow the field of view for the data he wanted. He had managed to pull some documents from several folders that were classified and unedited versions of declassified documents officially released but edited. This told him he was exactly where he needed to be, and was exactly what he was looking for.
Earlier in the week when John had opened up his scanner and checked the key word reference hits. 200,470 hits for the keyword "Unidentified", 400,865 hits for "Unknown", 16,379 hits for "Cosmic", and 1,656,384 hits for "Restricted". So far so good, John hit the "arrange as" button and selected files, the processors on his laptop whirled and several moments passed until the results came back, when they did they read, 20,457 IMG files, 2,308,347 Documents, 8,486 Media.
When he first set the scanner to rerun the results using the combine by location function so the keywords relevant to the location could be locked down to specific servers and data pathways. The cross reference narrowed down the field of view to three independent servers which contained the majority of these keywords with one standing out in particular. This was the target, and for the last week he has been sifting folder after folder looking for the one instance of the proof he required, and today he found it.
Sitting at his laptop coke in one hand while fumbling the controls he hit a folder titled #HiQ-Ref462,8921-Rtrcd all it contained was video file labelled 462,8921, he clicked the file and what unfolded on his monitor before him was earth shattering. What tha fuck!!!, John dropped his coke, while the liquid from his recently deceased glass soaked up everything around it, all he did was soak up the screen, his eyes grew wider and wider and the importance of what he was witnessing enveloped him. c'mon John time to act, time to act now! but he couldn't he was lost to the moment, and then it passed. He sat there for a few moments staring at his screen jaw open in awe. Suddenly he sprang into action and set about retrieving the file to his external hard drive, John thought to himself, Right, a 2.1GB file about 3 mins to transfer at my speeds.
He hit transfer, 4 minutes until completion, he refreshed the scan log, nothing there. He pressed it again, nothing. He checked the file transfer starting to panic, 0,87GB still transferring, he clicked back to scanner, it was unresponsive. Oh fuck no no no, dont fucking crash on me now, He clicked the file transfer again, still going 1.27GB. Relief like nobody had ever felt before John was experiencing, he clicked into the system to see if there was abnormal activity, but again the system was unresponsive, he could not get in. Somethings wrong, I know it I know it I know it, John felt the panic rise in his gut, he checked the transfer, 1.97GB now, but it was no longer moving.
John sat there hand over mouth trying to keep himself from screaming, he got it, he got exactly what he needed and now this happens, how fucking unfair, he thought. Why is it always fucking me who has these computer problems, finally he let rip and shouted This is fucking incredi.... he was cut of by the ringing of a phone, John turned and screams at the phone, you can fuck off too.
Standing there in the middle of his living room hand on his head John looked a sad figure in the dark dim light cast by his laptop and would that fucking phone ever stop ringing!!! Then he looked at the clock on the wall, its 4:17 in the morning, who on earth could that be, something must be wrong, I best fucking answer it and fake sympathy or whatever the fuck I have to deal with. John picked up the phone. Hello ?
Silence... Helloooooo?. Still nothing, Who is this ?, Nothing. Hey, you fucking there buddy or wh.... Click. John looks over at his monitor a DOS BOX message board had been opened on his computer. Sprinting over dragging the phone along with the contents of the table it was attached to with it, he hunches over his laptop in the txt box is written the message, "Have you been having fun =) ?".
Click! John turns off the power, disconnects the hard drive, I still got 90% of that video on this drive, If this were a movie I would be running by now. John was great at a lot of things but covering his tracks may not have been one of them. However unlikely he always thought this scenario was, he had been actively pursuing achieving it, and he did have a plan, even if it was not all that clever or smart. It was a plan, but first I have to get the fuck out of here.
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Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:40 pm » by Iamthatiam
Hell no, he thought while telling to himself, stay foccused John, c'mon man you can do it.For a momment John started having these flash backs regarding his childhood as if there were some information, some kind of experience that would help him to overcome the present situation he had got himself into,John was the kind of teenager considered by his school mates someone ordinary, someone not to be feared nor respected, as well as considered like one of the most average students by the school board given his scores, never picking any kind of fight or anything like that, never creating any trouble at all, saving when he accidentally stepped over an kid's toy while thinking about the cryptography book he was saving money to buy, the kid cried like he had beaten him up, it was a mess.What they did not know is that john had this second life.It all started at his eleven's, when his best friend dared him to break into the school computers, which proved to be just fun to this new hacker, unconscious of this status and its implications.John was enloved with just one thing in the whole world, his PC.So it wents, John used to spend hours after hours learning how to master this lover that his father presented him the christmas after he turned ten years old, managing to be after a few moths very aquainted to characteristics considered by many adults complex and/or boring. Like a gift, as if he were one natural born machine's language interpreter!
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Thu Nov 03, 2011 1:11 pm » by pandoras
As John reflected back over the years from the time when his father gave him his first OS up till present while staring at the cryptic message flashing on the screen, wondering what had got him here to this point he gradually, unknowingly became entranced. Have you been having fun=)? Have you been having fun=)? Have you been having fun=)? pulsed ever so imperceptably gradually becoming larger and louder..... HAVE YOU BEEN smoke HAVING FUN, JOHN=)?
Suddenly a huge happy face glared out him from the machine
Involuntally, John wet his pants...
Suddenly a huge happy face glared out him from the machine
Involuntally, John wet his pants...
Thu Nov 03, 2011 5:06 pm » by Vipress
Try as he might, John was not able to get the images out of his head. Everything he thought knew was ripped away. "My God, how could they keep this a secret? How??" John blinked away tears, scared of who was tracking him. Scared of what he learned. Scared of what will happen if he discloses this information.
In a blind fury, John races through the house and grabs his notebook. He begins writing.
If you are reading this, then I am dead.
A single tear dripped onto the page as his vision blurred.
In a blind fury, John races through the house and grabs his notebook. He begins writing.
If you are reading this, then I am dead.
A single tear dripped onto the page as his vision blurred.
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Thu Nov 03, 2011 6:00 pm » by Fossileyesed
he's here again.i thought dessert fish had this breach taken care of.
how the hell is this guy getting in here.we have some of the greatest minds in this facility,and we cant stop a system breach.in fucking credible
we are so close.if this gets out ,our hold will be broken like never before.
unrepairable.
dispatch all teams.this ends today.
activate our candidates.
for a moment,while listening to his commander,stan thought his secret was out of the bag.
whew,that was close he thought to himself,glad he was not part of the dispatch team.
he took solice in the knowing they had no idea what was soon to happen to thier ancient empire.
stan entered lab 9,smiling inside
how the hell is this guy getting in here.we have some of the greatest minds in this facility,and we cant stop a system breach.in fucking credible
we are so close.if this gets out ,our hold will be broken like never before.
unrepairable.
dispatch all teams.this ends today.
activate our candidates.
for a moment,while listening to his commander,stan thought his secret was out of the bag.
whew,that was close he thought to himself,glad he was not part of the dispatch team.
he took solice in the knowing they had no idea what was soon to happen to thier ancient empire.
stan entered lab 9,smiling inside
metaphors be with you
peace,love and harmony
peace,love and harmony
Thu Nov 03, 2011 6:55 pm » by Constabul
A phone buzzing, as it vibrated across the bed side table. Slowly a hand emerged from the covers to grasp it, and clicked the send button.
"Williams here". The dazed man answered, Hearing the trigger word, he sprang from bed.
"Yes sir I understand, Location?"
"I am on my way, I'll be in contact with asset 47 enroute"
As the man hung up the phone, he walked to his closet, pushed the clothing aside and pressed against the wall. A secret panel slid to the side revealing a number of items, gadgets, weapons, passports, loose cash.
He quickly dressed in a nice black suit, before he donned his jacket, he put on a holster, and secured a 1911 into snugly.
He really enjoyed this feeling, the excitement and thrill of the hunt. Donning his jacket, he secured the last of his gear, and headed out the door.
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Asset 47.
In a basement apartment a young woman sat in front of a computer, monitoring information steaming over the flat screen, she had been at work on this for a day.
Tracing the source of the breach. She was a privateer, a hacker whos only choice was to work for the government or face prison. She really didn't mind, it just ment she had a license to do what she loved.
As she pinged different locations, she was monitoring the progress of techies at the facility, one Stan in particular, and she watched the tip off scroll across the screen "Have you been having fun =) ?"
Amateur, was the first thought that came to mind. Why would you tip them off .. unless..
She saved her que, and started a new line, this time breaching the facilities security, and going straight to personnel files.
Employee: Stan Fossileyesed ....
As she read his personal file, she started to formulate a theory as to how this hacker broke the security. But there just was not enough to present as hard evidence..
*Knocking at the door*
She was expecting this, " Come in" she answered,
A man in a black suit entered, tall, athletic build, dark features.. It was Williams,
She had met him once before, as her external contact to the facility.
She printed a couple sheets of paper, "Here is his location, and known list of contacts, friends, family.. and even some print outs of his appearance taken by atm, and surveillance systems around his house. Not much to look at" she commented
Williams took the information, and handed her a phone, "Ash, i'll contact you with this, i'll need you to give me up to date reports on any leads to his where abouts"
"Sure thing" Ashley replied with a smile. As Williams left.
Settling back into her chair she knew this would be a long could of days, She turned her stereo on, took a sip of water, and began searching.. First tho, Se would check for any leaks, and she typed in the address..www.disclose.tv
If anywhere this would be the place someone would drop a bombshell of information.
Lucky for her, her employers.. She had been a long time member.
"Williams here". The dazed man answered, Hearing the trigger word, he sprang from bed.
"Yes sir I understand, Location?"
"I am on my way, I'll be in contact with asset 47 enroute"
As the man hung up the phone, he walked to his closet, pushed the clothing aside and pressed against the wall. A secret panel slid to the side revealing a number of items, gadgets, weapons, passports, loose cash.
He quickly dressed in a nice black suit, before he donned his jacket, he put on a holster, and secured a 1911 into snugly.
He really enjoyed this feeling, the excitement and thrill of the hunt. Donning his jacket, he secured the last of his gear, and headed out the door.
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Asset 47.
In a basement apartment a young woman sat in front of a computer, monitoring information steaming over the flat screen, she had been at work on this for a day.
Tracing the source of the breach. She was a privateer, a hacker whos only choice was to work for the government or face prison. She really didn't mind, it just ment she had a license to do what she loved.
As she pinged different locations, she was monitoring the progress of techies at the facility, one Stan in particular, and she watched the tip off scroll across the screen "Have you been having fun =) ?"
Amateur, was the first thought that came to mind. Why would you tip them off .. unless..
She saved her que, and started a new line, this time breaching the facilities security, and going straight to personnel files.
Employee: Stan Fossileyesed ....
As she read his personal file, she started to formulate a theory as to how this hacker broke the security. But there just was not enough to present as hard evidence..
*Knocking at the door*
She was expecting this, " Come in" she answered,
A man in a black suit entered, tall, athletic build, dark features.. It was Williams,
She had met him once before, as her external contact to the facility.
She printed a couple sheets of paper, "Here is his location, and known list of contacts, friends, family.. and even some print outs of his appearance taken by atm, and surveillance systems around his house. Not much to look at" she commented
Williams took the information, and handed her a phone, "Ash, i'll contact you with this, i'll need you to give me up to date reports on any leads to his where abouts"
"Sure thing" Ashley replied with a smile. As Williams left.
Settling back into her chair she knew this would be a long could of days, She turned her stereo on, took a sip of water, and began searching.. First tho, Se would check for any leaks, and she typed in the address..www.disclose.tv
If anywhere this would be the place someone would drop a bombshell of information.
Lucky for her, her employers.. She had been a long time member.
Thu Nov 03, 2011 8:02 pm » by Constabul
Williams was headed to the freeway, passing down city streets he was encountering delays, as the occupy movement had gained even more steam over the past few months.
Poor saps, he thought.. tension had been rising, and clashes with police becoming common place. Deaths were mounting on both sides and they still haven't figured it out yet.
Those poor saps. It has always been the design to have them police their own. It was done during ww2 with the jews, and continued in the prison systems. Making the perfect scape goat.
While the people were to busy being outraged at the police, who were comprised of the people, the true culprits watch far away as they tare themselves apart.
Some of the few people with the training to help them, they alienate... poor saps..
As traffic was halted, Williams was skimming threw channels on the radio, Alex Jones, Rush Limbaugh, Glen beck.. All provocateurs paid to confuse the masses, yet they proclaim them they bastions of hope and reliable information..
Williams was glad he had chosen the path in life he had. He may not be on top, but he is a tool, a weapon, of those on top.
Looking at the print outs he started committing Johns appearance to memory.
Just as he was doing that a fight broke out between protesters and cops, the situation getting worse, Williams decided enough was enough.
He pulled a flashing blue light from under the seat of his SUV, and placed it atop the vehicle just out his window.
Hitting the gas, he ran into a small group of protesters fleeing the scene. The thudding sounds of flesh verse metal, He looked forward to the news reports, Police suv mowing down protesters.. More fuel to the fire.
He was back on track headed to the freeway. Briefly a patrol car raced to catch him, but when no doubt they ran the license plate led to the patrol car turning off its lights and turning down a side street.
Merging onto the freeway, his cell buzzed in his jacket pocket.
It was the big guy, answering "Williams here"
The voice on the other end asked " report your status"
"I have contacted asset 47 and now am on route to his last known location, I have additional information on family and friends." Williams said.
The voice on the other end replied " Good , good. I want this contained at any cost, we can not let this information hit the alternative news sources, it will spread like wild fire, especially if they go to the location. We are activating additional assets in the field, you may encounter them."
"Understood" said Williams
The voice on the other end added, " It seems he had an external hard drive, and was able to transfer most of the information to it before our techs were able to disrupt the transfer. Find this drive and destroy it and liquidate him. No loose ends"
"Yes Sir"
Williams call ended, and the thought ran threw his mind, I wonder what this kid has.. but as quickly as it wondered into his mind, it wondered out. It was not his place to question, or to know, only to act.
The exit nearing, he would be at the house soon. That feeling started to well up..
The Excitement of it all.
Poor saps, he thought.. tension had been rising, and clashes with police becoming common place. Deaths were mounting on both sides and they still haven't figured it out yet.
Those poor saps. It has always been the design to have them police their own. It was done during ww2 with the jews, and continued in the prison systems. Making the perfect scape goat.
While the people were to busy being outraged at the police, who were comprised of the people, the true culprits watch far away as they tare themselves apart.
Some of the few people with the training to help them, they alienate... poor saps..
As traffic was halted, Williams was skimming threw channels on the radio, Alex Jones, Rush Limbaugh, Glen beck.. All provocateurs paid to confuse the masses, yet they proclaim them they bastions of hope and reliable information..
Williams was glad he had chosen the path in life he had. He may not be on top, but he is a tool, a weapon, of those on top.
Looking at the print outs he started committing Johns appearance to memory.
Just as he was doing that a fight broke out between protesters and cops, the situation getting worse, Williams decided enough was enough.
He pulled a flashing blue light from under the seat of his SUV, and placed it atop the vehicle just out his window.
Hitting the gas, he ran into a small group of protesters fleeing the scene. The thudding sounds of flesh verse metal, He looked forward to the news reports, Police suv mowing down protesters.. More fuel to the fire.
He was back on track headed to the freeway. Briefly a patrol car raced to catch him, but when no doubt they ran the license plate led to the patrol car turning off its lights and turning down a side street.
Merging onto the freeway, his cell buzzed in his jacket pocket.
It was the big guy, answering "Williams here"
The voice on the other end asked " report your status"
"I have contacted asset 47 and now am on route to his last known location, I have additional information on family and friends." Williams said.
The voice on the other end replied " Good , good. I want this contained at any cost, we can not let this information hit the alternative news sources, it will spread like wild fire, especially if they go to the location. We are activating additional assets in the field, you may encounter them."
"Understood" said Williams
The voice on the other end added, " It seems he had an external hard drive, and was able to transfer most of the information to it before our techs were able to disrupt the transfer. Find this drive and destroy it and liquidate him. No loose ends"
"Yes Sir"
Williams call ended, and the thought ran threw his mind, I wonder what this kid has.. but as quickly as it wondered into his mind, it wondered out. It was not his place to question, or to know, only to act.
The exit nearing, he would be at the house soon. That feeling started to well up..
The Excitement of it all.
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Thu Nov 03, 2011 8:24 pm » by Troll2rocks
Stan sat slumped at his work station, checking the status of the embedded assets and following protocol for an intrusion of this scale. This is fucking impossible, how in the hell has someone breached the mainframe, it was only connected through one route online, and even then this system was on a private network and protected by systems that have had millions of dollars plugged into them and millions of man hours spent developing them.
It just did not add up, something was wrong. This was no chance happening, the odds were astronomical, and the in house technicians were perplexed and insisted that no off the shelf software could ever achieve this, forty five minutes ago the call had gone out, and with that the biggest fuck up in intelligence history had gone native. The call back was due momentarily, heads were going to roll for this. Many more would roll when the full scope of the breach was understood and the nature of the information lost was known.
Stan looked glum while sifting the logs of recent activity, not a single trace of any kind of hidden tools or unauthorized access could be found on the system, his technicians were
playing the blame game and knew full well if this was not resolved soon then they would be for the chop, and the very nature of their job roles made it touch and go whether the would even have a life in order to start over. Oh yes indeed, this was a fuck up of cosmic proportions Stan thought. Sitting there staring at the picture sent of the person responsible for this catastrophe, stan let out a deep sigh, and murmured to himself, John Doe, 17 years old, 142 GreyOak Avenue, How'd the fuck you get in sonny ?, why couldn't we detect you until you started to retrieve our information.
Stan's head hurt, it had been a long night, and it was going to be an even longer morning, apparently people were on route to this John Doe's address. No doubt it would be the usual policy declare the guy a terrorist and bury the story on page 15 of the Times. Bigger and better people had attempted feats like this in the past, but never has anyone got direct access to information of this nature, and even those who got close set off the red flags. This guy just got in, and may have actually been in the systems for days, hell maybe even weeks or god forbid years. This did not bear thinking about Stan thought. One thing at a time, first we need to secure the data. He always knew it was a mistake digitizing and storing that kind of material, and an even bigger mistake hooking it up to any kind of computer, he actively rebelled against this transition, they assured me a breach of this kind was impossible and that the system was not even connected to any public systems, so eventually he became complacent.
The phone rang, Stan picked up the receiver, Yes, hello ?. Is this a Mr Stan Fossil ? Yes sir, I believe you have had an incident on your wonder system Mr Fossil, is this correct ?. Yes sir, we have had a breach of the primary system and we are in process of shutting down the infected sectors. Infected ? is this some kind of virus ? No sir, we are locating every sector that was breached. Okay Stan listen up, I have dispatched several security experts to your current location sit tight and pull up all the information you have on this breach. I think we both understand the magnitude of this problem so I am not going to lecture you I simply want your A game brought to the table. This has got to be resolved and soon, or there will be shit storm the like of which me or you could not imagine, do you understand ? Yes sir, were on it. Our assets have an ETA of 12 minutes on your location. Extend them every courtesy and have your results ready on arrival. Yes sir. Do not fuck this up Stan, click.
He sat there for a moment with the phone still to his ear. Stan cancelled the line and hit Ext1, it rang out. Hello, Have you got a status for me ? he could hear the hustle bustle on the line going on down below, sir we are working on it. Work faster. You have 9 minutes, do you understand. The young man on the other end of the line slammed the phone down. Shit, what the fuck is going on down there. Stan lumbered over to the blinds in his office, teased them open and peered down. Stan had never seen nerds move so fast in his life. Oh yes indeed this was a fuck up alright, suddenly a beeping at his console distracted him, something was coming through. Stan opened the file.
Sir. File intercepted. Priority 1.
#HiQ-Ref462,8921-Rtrcd
Stan opened the file, and as the panic took him, he thought to himself, oh yes indeed, this is a fuck up alright!
It just did not add up, something was wrong. This was no chance happening, the odds were astronomical, and the in house technicians were perplexed and insisted that no off the shelf software could ever achieve this, forty five minutes ago the call had gone out, and with that the biggest fuck up in intelligence history had gone native. The call back was due momentarily, heads were going to roll for this. Many more would roll when the full scope of the breach was understood and the nature of the information lost was known.
Stan looked glum while sifting the logs of recent activity, not a single trace of any kind of hidden tools or unauthorized access could be found on the system, his technicians were
playing the blame game and knew full well if this was not resolved soon then they would be for the chop, and the very nature of their job roles made it touch and go whether the would even have a life in order to start over. Oh yes indeed, this was a fuck up of cosmic proportions Stan thought. Sitting there staring at the picture sent of the person responsible for this catastrophe, stan let out a deep sigh, and murmured to himself, John Doe, 17 years old, 142 GreyOak Avenue, How'd the fuck you get in sonny ?, why couldn't we detect you until you started to retrieve our information.
Stan's head hurt, it had been a long night, and it was going to be an even longer morning, apparently people were on route to this John Doe's address. No doubt it would be the usual policy declare the guy a terrorist and bury the story on page 15 of the Times. Bigger and better people had attempted feats like this in the past, but never has anyone got direct access to information of this nature, and even those who got close set off the red flags. This guy just got in, and may have actually been in the systems for days, hell maybe even weeks or god forbid years. This did not bear thinking about Stan thought. One thing at a time, first we need to secure the data. He always knew it was a mistake digitizing and storing that kind of material, and an even bigger mistake hooking it up to any kind of computer, he actively rebelled against this transition, they assured me a breach of this kind was impossible and that the system was not even connected to any public systems, so eventually he became complacent.
The phone rang, Stan picked up the receiver, Yes, hello ?. Is this a Mr Stan Fossil ? Yes sir, I believe you have had an incident on your wonder system Mr Fossil, is this correct ?. Yes sir, we have had a breach of the primary system and we are in process of shutting down the infected sectors. Infected ? is this some kind of virus ? No sir, we are locating every sector that was breached. Okay Stan listen up, I have dispatched several security experts to your current location sit tight and pull up all the information you have on this breach. I think we both understand the magnitude of this problem so I am not going to lecture you I simply want your A game brought to the table. This has got to be resolved and soon, or there will be shit storm the like of which me or you could not imagine, do you understand ? Yes sir, were on it. Our assets have an ETA of 12 minutes on your location. Extend them every courtesy and have your results ready on arrival. Yes sir. Do not fuck this up Stan, click.
He sat there for a moment with the phone still to his ear. Stan cancelled the line and hit Ext1, it rang out. Hello, Have you got a status for me ? he could hear the hustle bustle on the line going on down below, sir we are working on it. Work faster. You have 9 minutes, do you understand. The young man on the other end of the line slammed the phone down. Shit, what the fuck is going on down there. Stan lumbered over to the blinds in his office, teased them open and peered down. Stan had never seen nerds move so fast in his life. Oh yes indeed this was a fuck up alright, suddenly a beeping at his console distracted him, something was coming through. Stan opened the file.
Sir. File intercepted. Priority 1.
#HiQ-Ref462,8921-Rtrcd
Stan opened the file, and as the panic took him, he thought to himself, oh yes indeed, this is a fuck up alright!
Fri Nov 04, 2011 3:09 am » by Constabul
John, Blinking threw the tears finished the last line of his "Last" letter. A strange claim settled over him as he grabbed his courier bag, and slung it over his shoulder He knew time was growing short, the phrase "are you having fun yet" running threw his mind. He no longer trusted his phone lines or his cell. He would have to work quickly to take the final steps to maybe get himself out of this. Out the backdoor he went, jumping on his Ninja 650r motorcycle. He cranked it up, and raced down his street. In his side view mirror just before he turned down the next street he thought he saw a black suv pull into his driveway..
The plan was simple, Store a copy and the letter in a public storage box at the train station, and drop the key at his friends apartment. Should he not make contact or return in a weeks time, Jim would make copies take the information to the media outlets. John on the other hand felt a new calling, to make sense of it all. The implications were astounding, and a location was given. This is it, This is really it..
John sped down the road pulling into the train station. Pulling out his ball cap, he adjusted the brim low as to obscure his appearance. He could only assume they knew what he looked like and were watching for him.
Fuck this is nerve racking. Key in hand, the drop was made, he could only hope this would do till he could find out more. He needs to get to Jims, make the drop and get to someplace to go over the information in detail. Walking briskly he exited the station.
It's over.. The thought ran threw his mind like a chill going up his spine, a police man was at his bike!
Not good, not good!, He turned and started walking the opposite direction. He started securing his gear as he walked, feeling a chase was imminent. He really wasn't worried at this prospect, but hated loosing his bike so soon. He knew it was to happen eventually.
He started at a steady jog. A concrete wall, about three foot high was in his path, a firm planting of his hand and he sprang over it, landing in a full run. He needed to get to cover, and quickly.
Blood rushing, steady breath, he ran down the street, by standards scurried out of his path.
Soon he was away from the train station, and making his way threw city blocks. Protests were in full swing. A quick turn down a narrow ally , planting a foot on the right wall he sprang off, planted his left and sprang again half turning in mid air as his out stretched arms grabbed the fire escape railing. Quickly he made his way to the roof, and broke out into a full run, reaching the end of the roof and jumped.
Both feet impact, rolling to a shoulder he was back up again, running.. What seemed like hours pasted as he navigated roofs and ally ways avoiding open ground. He knew he was close to Jims apartment another couple roofs and he would be there, and fortunately Jim lived almost on the top floor.
The next bit would be tricky, at a full run he jump off the ledge..
Falling..
*Blam*
Hands grasped the railing as his feet dangled. Pulling himself up in time to see Jim staring shocked out his window that led to the fire escape.
"What the fuck John! Dude.."
"I'm ok" john said. " I haven't much time, I need you to hold on to this for me. It's to a locker at the station off Martin Luther king Boulevard. Don't let ANYONE know you have it, they may kill you for it."
"What are you talking about john, Who might kill me? Dude just come in, have some bong hits, and let me know what's up."
"Sorry brother, I've got to go, If i don't call you or see you in a week go get it, make copies and send it to the news sources. Be careful Jim, This is Big"
With that John was climbing again, his parkour training would be tested before the day was over. Now to find somewhere safe to make sense of it all.
The plan was simple, Store a copy and the letter in a public storage box at the train station, and drop the key at his friends apartment. Should he not make contact or return in a weeks time, Jim would make copies take the information to the media outlets. John on the other hand felt a new calling, to make sense of it all. The implications were astounding, and a location was given. This is it, This is really it..
John sped down the road pulling into the train station. Pulling out his ball cap, he adjusted the brim low as to obscure his appearance. He could only assume they knew what he looked like and were watching for him.
Fuck this is nerve racking. Key in hand, the drop was made, he could only hope this would do till he could find out more. He needs to get to Jims, make the drop and get to someplace to go over the information in detail. Walking briskly he exited the station.
It's over.. The thought ran threw his mind like a chill going up his spine, a police man was at his bike!
Not good, not good!, He turned and started walking the opposite direction. He started securing his gear as he walked, feeling a chase was imminent. He really wasn't worried at this prospect, but hated loosing his bike so soon. He knew it was to happen eventually.
He started at a steady jog. A concrete wall, about three foot high was in his path, a firm planting of his hand and he sprang over it, landing in a full run. He needed to get to cover, and quickly.
Blood rushing, steady breath, he ran down the street, by standards scurried out of his path.
Soon he was away from the train station, and making his way threw city blocks. Protests were in full swing. A quick turn down a narrow ally , planting a foot on the right wall he sprang off, planted his left and sprang again half turning in mid air as his out stretched arms grabbed the fire escape railing. Quickly he made his way to the roof, and broke out into a full run, reaching the end of the roof and jumped.
Both feet impact, rolling to a shoulder he was back up again, running.. What seemed like hours pasted as he navigated roofs and ally ways avoiding open ground. He knew he was close to Jims apartment another couple roofs and he would be there, and fortunately Jim lived almost on the top floor.
The next bit would be tricky, at a full run he jump off the ledge..
Falling..
*Blam*
Hands grasped the railing as his feet dangled. Pulling himself up in time to see Jim staring shocked out his window that led to the fire escape.
"What the fuck John! Dude.."
"I'm ok" john said. " I haven't much time, I need you to hold on to this for me. It's to a locker at the station off Martin Luther king Boulevard. Don't let ANYONE know you have it, they may kill you for it."
"What are you talking about john, Who might kill me? Dude just come in, have some bong hits, and let me know what's up."
"Sorry brother, I've got to go, If i don't call you or see you in a week go get it, make copies and send it to the news sources. Be careful Jim, This is Big"
With that John was climbing again, his parkour training would be tested before the day was over. Now to find somewhere safe to make sense of it all.
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Fri Nov 04, 2011 5:18 am » by Troll2rocks
Stan sat facing the stone faced asset, he had his game face on, even though it was apparent he was at a disadvantage. So do you need debriefing Mr.... ? Agent Carter. The man barely moved when he spoke, Stan trying to weigh up the situation suddenly broke the silence, Okay Mr Carter have you been debriefed at all ? I was given the basics on route, I was told the full explanation would be waiting for me on arrival. Stan always heard these boys were no nonsense, and agent Carter was certainly doing nothing to discourage this rumour. Yes we have determined the full extent of the breach however we are unable to ascertain how the breach occurred and how a public line was able to breach this private network. We are working tirelessly and leaving nothing unchecked and we.... Have you managed to managed to determine how long this breach lasted ?, agent Carter interrupted. We are back tracking as quickly as we can sir, as far as we can determine the activity was present for around 119 hours. Why wasn't this noticed by the network security and mainframe technicians ? Carter said in a flat monotone voice. Sir we had no idea there was any activity until there was an unauthorised data transfer, and even then it was an automated alarm designed to stop leaks and trace the location of the intruder while the file is transferred. So you are telling me that had the automated red flag not been in place, that information could have gone wild and you wouldn't even know now ? Yes sir, basically, listen I have to tell you, this is all wrong, I have read everything on the subject and a teenager that lives alone downloads exotic porn and interacts on internet chat forums is hardly the hard target you would expect to be able to pull this off. Agent Carter stiff as stone returns Stan's gaze and waits for more reasons to bury his career.
Agent Carter reaching into his briefcase seated neatly beside his chair began, are you familiar with a file titled #HiQ-Ref462,8921-Rtrcd ?. I was recently introduced to it yes ?. I believe this was the file being transferred correct Mr Fossil ?. Yes, that is the file that triggered the alert, Yes. That's right Mr Fossil, that is the file that was being transferred, and did you by any chance have a look at this file ? Sir it is my job to actually do everything in my power to maintain and ascertain the situation, and I have authorisation to do as I feel necessary in the event of a total lock down. Stan was now noticeably nervous. Yes Mr Fossil I understand that, perhaps I should get to the point, the subject, "John Doe" is as far as we are aware a normal and rebellious teenager who happens to spend more time on his computer than he does interacting in the real world, His traffic logs reveal he is into some very strange subjects and spends a lot of time interacting and focusing on these subjects. Do you follow ? Stan looked puzzled, agent Carter thought this guy was as far gone as it was possible to get in this industry, without being declared officially incompetent. No I am afraid I do not follow Mr Carter.
Agent Carter sighed. The very reason I have to explain this to you Mr Fossil ,makes my confidence in your ability to oversee this operation poor. Stan looking a little more determined now kept his gaze and said nothing. My point is that this boy is no foreign operative, but just a kid with to much time on his hands and a whole lot of interest in strange subjects and poking his nose where it certainly doesn't belong. Now it is clear he is a bedroom hacker and nothing special or of real importance, except that the system he managed to get into this time, happened to house information that is very highly privileged and housed on a system that is... no let me rephrase that, was, considered impenetrable, oh and the transfer he partially received which as I am sure you are now aware is deeply troubling to all concerned should that go native. Stan nodded, This boy John Doe is nothing more than a bedroom keyjocky, right now how he got in is not as important as tracking that information down, wouldn't you agree Mr Fossil ? Yes absolutely Stan enthused. The problem is Mr Fossil is that this boy was not apprehended and was out of his house moments after this partial retrieval, in other words, he is running. This tells us that not only did he view this material but that he possibly took it with him, the door was left open and there was fresh liquid on the floor from where a drink was dropped. This indicates either a struggle took place or he left in a rush. Now I was told that upon the automated alarm system being triggered it dials out to the nearest phone connected to the location, is this correct ? Yes, it dialled out and we reviewed the audio. Copies of which are waiting for you in the report. Have you listened to it personally Mr Fossil ? Yes he sounds like the typical pissed off teenager, as far as we know the audio indicates he was alone when the call took place. So you would say it is likely he is running because of the nature of the find ? I believe that is possible, yes. Just before I got here Mr Fossil I was made aware that the system also sent out a message. Are you aware of this ? No, not at all, what message ? The last screen on his laptop had a secured line text box message which was routed from the main system, It said, Are you having fun ? agent carter gave a sly grin and leaned forward. Somebody in this building knew all about it Mr Fossil, and nobody is cleared to leave until we know who how and why.
If only you could see your face Carter thought, that is the look of a man who just saw his own demise. Carter broke the deafening silence with the icing on the cake, You know that boy holds information that people have died to protect Mr Fossil ?, this is the kind of material you do not lose. We now have a teenager running the streets with information our enemies or even allies would kill for, and if what you say is correct, then it appears this was no lucky strike, this was done with intent. You know what is really troubling though Mr Fossil ?, behind every intention is a plan. Coupled with the revelation there may be a mole in this department, Carter chuckled, god knows how it happened but lets say we have the man from uncle running around down there keeping things to themselves. I think we have a major problem here wouldn't you say ? This is the shit storm of your dreams Mr Fossil.
Down below a very calm and careful nerd, was watching his superiors office with a great deal of interest.
Agent Carter reaching into his briefcase seated neatly beside his chair began, are you familiar with a file titled #HiQ-Ref462,8921-Rtrcd ?. I was recently introduced to it yes ?. I believe this was the file being transferred correct Mr Fossil ?. Yes, that is the file that triggered the alert, Yes. That's right Mr Fossil, that is the file that was being transferred, and did you by any chance have a look at this file ? Sir it is my job to actually do everything in my power to maintain and ascertain the situation, and I have authorisation to do as I feel necessary in the event of a total lock down. Stan was now noticeably nervous. Yes Mr Fossil I understand that, perhaps I should get to the point, the subject, "John Doe" is as far as we are aware a normal and rebellious teenager who happens to spend more time on his computer than he does interacting in the real world, His traffic logs reveal he is into some very strange subjects and spends a lot of time interacting and focusing on these subjects. Do you follow ? Stan looked puzzled, agent Carter thought this guy was as far gone as it was possible to get in this industry, without being declared officially incompetent. No I am afraid I do not follow Mr Carter.
Agent Carter sighed. The very reason I have to explain this to you Mr Fossil ,makes my confidence in your ability to oversee this operation poor. Stan looking a little more determined now kept his gaze and said nothing. My point is that this boy is no foreign operative, but just a kid with to much time on his hands and a whole lot of interest in strange subjects and poking his nose where it certainly doesn't belong. Now it is clear he is a bedroom hacker and nothing special or of real importance, except that the system he managed to get into this time, happened to house information that is very highly privileged and housed on a system that is... no let me rephrase that, was, considered impenetrable, oh and the transfer he partially received which as I am sure you are now aware is deeply troubling to all concerned should that go native. Stan nodded, This boy John Doe is nothing more than a bedroom keyjocky, right now how he got in is not as important as tracking that information down, wouldn't you agree Mr Fossil ? Yes absolutely Stan enthused. The problem is Mr Fossil is that this boy was not apprehended and was out of his house moments after this partial retrieval, in other words, he is running. This tells us that not only did he view this material but that he possibly took it with him, the door was left open and there was fresh liquid on the floor from where a drink was dropped. This indicates either a struggle took place or he left in a rush. Now I was told that upon the automated alarm system being triggered it dials out to the nearest phone connected to the location, is this correct ? Yes, it dialled out and we reviewed the audio. Copies of which are waiting for you in the report. Have you listened to it personally Mr Fossil ? Yes he sounds like the typical pissed off teenager, as far as we know the audio indicates he was alone when the call took place. So you would say it is likely he is running because of the nature of the find ? I believe that is possible, yes. Just before I got here Mr Fossil I was made aware that the system also sent out a message. Are you aware of this ? No, not at all, what message ? The last screen on his laptop had a secured line text box message which was routed from the main system, It said, Are you having fun ? agent carter gave a sly grin and leaned forward. Somebody in this building knew all about it Mr Fossil, and nobody is cleared to leave until we know who how and why.
If only you could see your face Carter thought, that is the look of a man who just saw his own demise. Carter broke the deafening silence with the icing on the cake, You know that boy holds information that people have died to protect Mr Fossil ?, this is the kind of material you do not lose. We now have a teenager running the streets with information our enemies or even allies would kill for, and if what you say is correct, then it appears this was no lucky strike, this was done with intent. You know what is really troubling though Mr Fossil ?, behind every intention is a plan. Coupled with the revelation there may be a mole in this department, Carter chuckled, god knows how it happened but lets say we have the man from uncle running around down there keeping things to themselves. I think we have a major problem here wouldn't you say ? This is the shit storm of your dreams Mr Fossil.
Down below a very calm and careful nerd, was watching his superiors office with a great deal of interest.
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