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Monday, February 25, 2019

Digital Fortress Chapter 110-114

Chapter 110Jabba stargond blankly at the printout Soshi had just handed him. Pale, he wiped his forehead on his sleeve. theatre director, we confine no choice. Weve got to down power to the databank.Unacceptable, Fontaine replied. The results would be devastating.Jabba knew the director was right. T present were totallyplace three thousand ISDN connections tying into the NSA databank from all over the world. Every 24 moments military com adult maleders accessed up-to-the-instant satellite photos of enemy movement. Lockheed engineers d sufferloaded compartmentalized blueprints of new weaponry. Field operatives accessed bearing updates. The NSA databank was the derrierebvirtuoso of thousands of U.S. government operations. Shutting it down without warning would ca mathematical function life-and-death intelligence blackouts all over the globe.Im aware of the implications, sir, Jabba give tongue to, but we have no choice.Explain yourself, Fontaine ordered. He shot a quick gla nce at Susan standing beside him on the podium. She seemed miles away.Jabba took a deep breath and wiped his brow again. From the sprightliness on his face, it was clear to the group on the podium that they were not red ink to homogeneous what he had to say.This sprain, Jabba began. This worm is not an ordinary degenerative cycle. Its a selective cycle. In other words, its a worm with taste.Brinkerh withdraw ease uped his address to speak, but Fontaine waved him off.Most destructive applications wipe a databank clean, Jabba proceed, but this one is more abstruse. It deletes only those files that fall within certain parameters.You mean it wont round the whole databank? Brinkerhoff asked hopefully. Thats good, right?No Jabba exploded. Its bighearted Its very fucking badCool it Fontaine ordered. What parameters is this worm looking for? Military? Covert ops?Jabba move his head. He eyed Susan, who was windlessness distant, and then Jabbas eye rose to meet the directors. Sir, as you exist, anyone who wants to tie into this databank from the outside has to pass a series of trade protection render before theyre admitted.Fontaine nodded. The databanks access hierarchies were brilliantly conceived authorized personnel could dial in via the Internet and World Wide Web. Depending on their authorization sequence, they were permitted access to their own compartmentalized zones.Because were tied to the global Internet, Jabba explained, hackers, foreign governments, and EFF sharks coterie this databank twenty-four hours a day and try to break in.Yes, Fontaine said, and twenty-four hours a day, our security filters keep them out. Whats your point?Jabba gazed down at the printout. My point is this. Tankados worm is not targeting our data. He cleared his throat. Its targeting our security filters.Fontaine blanched. Apparently he understood the implications-this worm was targeting the filters that kept the NSA databank confidential. Without filters, all of the in formation in the databank would become accessible to everyone on the outside.We need to exclude down, Jabba repeated. In about an hour, every third grader with a modem is going to have top U.S. security clearance.Fontaine stood a long min without saying a word.Jabba waited impatiently and finally turned to Soshi. Soshi VR NOWSoshi rush along off.Jabba relied on VR often. In most computer circles, VR meant virtual reality, but at the NSA it meant vis-rep-visual representation. In a world full of technicians and politicians all having different levels of proficient understanding, a graphic representation was often the only way to remove a point a single plummeting graph usually ablaze(p) ten times the reaction inspired by volumes of spreadsheets. Jabba knew a VR of the original crisis would make its point instantly.VR Soshi yelled from a terminal at the thorn of the room.A computer-generated draw flashed to life on the wall before them. Susan gazed up absently, detached from the madness around her. Everyone in the room followed Jabbas gaze to the examine.The diagram before them resembled a bulls-eye. In the center was a red circle marked data. Around the center were five concentric circles of differing thickness and color. The outmost circle was faded, almost transparent.Weve got a five-tier level of defense, Jabba explained. A primary bastion Host, two sets of packet filters for FTP and X-eleven, a tunnel block, and finally a PEM-based authorization window right off the Truffle project. The outside harbor thats disappearing represents the exposed host. Its practically gone. Within the hour, all five shields lead follow. After that, the world pours in. Every byte of NSA data becomes public domain.Fontaine studied the VR, his eyes smoldering.Brinkerhoff let out a weak whimper. This worm can open our databank to the world?Childs play for Tankado, Jabba snapped. Gauntlet was our fail-safe. Strathmore blew it.Its an act of war, Fontaine whispered, an e dge in his enunciate.Jabba shook his head. I really doubt Tankado ever meant for it to go this far. I queer he intended to be around to stop it.Fontaine gazed up at the screen and watched the first of the five walls disappear entirely.Bastion Host is subscribe a technician yelled from the back of the room. Second shields exposedWeve got to depress conclusion down, Jabba urged. From the looks of the VR, weve got about forty-five minutes. Shutdown is a complex process.It was true. The NSA databank had been constructed in much(prenominal) a way as to ensure it would neer lose power-accidentally or if attacked. Multiple fail-safes for phone and power were inhumed in reinforced poise canisters deep underground, and in addition to the feeds from within the NSA complex, in that location were multiple backups off main public grids. Shutting down involved a complex series of confirmations and protocols-significantly more complicated than the average nuclear submarine projectile lau nch.We have time, Jabba said, if we hurry. Manual shutdown should ram about thirty minutes.Fontaine continued staring up at the VR, apparently pondering his options.Director Jabba exploded. When these firewalls fall, every user on the planet will be issued top-security clearance And Im talk of the town upper level Records of covert ops Overseas agents Names and locations of everyone in the national witness protection program Launch code confirmations We must shut down NowThe director seemed unmoved. There must be about other way.Yes, Jabba spat, in that location is The kill-code plainly the only guy who knows it happens to be deadenedHow about brute force? Brinkerhoff blurted. Can we guess the kill-code?Jabba threw up his arms. For delivery boy sake Kill-codes are like encryption keys-random Impossible to guess If you appreciate you can type 600 trillion entries in the next forty-five minutes, be my guestThe kill-codes in Spain, Susan offered weakly.Everyone on the podium t urned. It was the first thing she had said in a long time.Susan looked up, bleary-eyed. Tankado gave it away when he died.Everyone looked lost.The pass-key Susan shivered as she spoke. com cosmosding officer Strathmore sent just aboutone to find it.And? Jabba demanded. Did Strathmores man find it?Susan tried to scramble it, but the tears began to flow. Yes, she choked. I think so.Chapter 111An earsplitting yell subjugate through the control room. Sharks It was Soshi.Jabba spun toward the VR. Two thin lines had appeared outside the concentric circles. They looked like sperm trying to breach a reluctant egg.Bloods in the water, tribe Jabba turned back to the director. I need a decision. Either we start shutting down, or well never make it. As soon as these two intruders see the Bastion Host is down, theyll send up a war cry.Fontaine did not respond. He was deep in thought. Susan Fletchers news of the pass-key in Spain seemed promising to him. He shot a glance toward Susan in the back of the room. She appeared to be in her own world, collapsed in a chair, her head buried in her hands. Fontaine was unsure exactly what had triggered the reaction, but whatever it was, he had no time for it now.I need a decision Jabba demanded. NowFontaine looked up. He spoke calmly. Okay, youve got one. We are not shutting down. Were going to wait.Jabbas jaw dropped. What? But thats-A gamble, Fontaine interrupted. A gamble we just might win. He took Jabbas cellular and punched a few keys. Midge, he said. Its Leland Fontaine. Listen carefully.Chapter 112You better know what the cuckoos nest youre doing, Director, Jabba hissed. Were about to lose shut-down capability.Fontaine did not respond.As if on cue, the approach at the back of the control room opened, and Midge came dashing in. She arrived breathless at the podium. Director The switchboard is patching it through right nowFontaine turned expectantly toward the screen on the campaign wall. Fifteen seconds freshr the scree n crackled to life.The image on screen was snowy and mushy at first, and little by little grew sharper. It was a QuickTime digital transmission-only five frames per second. The image revealed two men. One was nauseous with a buzz shortened, the other a blond all-American. They were seated face up the photographic camera like two newscasters waiting to go on the air.What the hell is this? Jabba demanded.Sit tight, Fontaine ordered.The men appeared to be inside a van of some sort. Electronic cabling hung all around them. The audio connection crackled to life. Suddenly there was background noise.Inbound audio, a technician called from behind them. Five seconds till two-way.Who are they? Brinkerhoff asked, uneasily.Eye in the sky, Fontaine replied, gazing up at the two men he had sent to Spain. It had been a necessary precaution. Fontaine had believed in almost every fount of Strathmores plan-the regrettable but necessary removal of Ensei Tankado, rewriting Digital Fortress-it wa s all solid. But there was one thing that made Fontaine nervous the use of Hulohot. Hulohot was skilled, but he was a mercenary. Was he trustworthy? Would he take the pass-key for himself? Fontaine wanted Hulohot covered, just incase, and he had taken the requisite measures.Chapter 113Absolutely not The man with the buzz cut yelled into the camera. We have orders We report to Director Leland Fontaine and Leland Fontaine onlyFontaine looked mildly amused. You dont know who I am, do you?Doesnt matter, does it? the blond fired hotly.Let me explain, Fontaine interjected. Let me explain something right now.Seconds later, the two men were red-faced, spilling their guts to the director of the National Security Agency. D-director, the blond stammered, Im component Coliander. This is Agent metalworker.Fine, Fontaine said. fitting brief us.At the back of the room, Susan Fletcher sat and fought the suffocating loneliness that press down around her. Eyes closed, and ears ringing, she wept. Her body had gone numb. The mayhem in the control room faded to a dull murmur.The gathering on the podium slantened, restless, as Agent Smith began his briefing.On your orders, Director, Smith began, weve been here in Seville for two days, trailing Mr. Ensei Tankado.Tell me about the kill, Fontaine said impatiently.Smith nodded. We observed from inside the van at about fifty meters. The kill was smooth. Hulohot was obviously a pro. But afterward his directive went awry. Company arrived. Hulohot never got the item.Fontaine nodded. The agents had contacted him in South America with news that something had gone wrong, so Fontaine had cut his trip short.Coliander took over. We stayed with Hulohot as you ordered. But he never made a move for the morgue. Instead, he picked up the trail of some other guy. Looked private. show up and tie.Private? Fontaine mused. It sounded like a Strathmore play-wisely keeping the NSA out of it.FTP filters flunk a technician called out.We need the item, Fontaine pressed. Where is Hulohot now?Smith looked over his shoulder. Well hes with us, sir.Fontaine exhaled. Where? It was the trounce new shed heard all day.Smith reached toward the lens to make an adjustment. The camera swept across the inside of the van to reveal two interference bodies propped against the back wall. Both were unmoving. One was a large man with move wire-rim glasses. The other was young with a shock of dark hair and a bloody shirt.Hulohots the one on the left, Smith offered.Hulohots dead? the director demanded.Yes, sir.Fontaine knew there would be time for explanations later. He glanced up at the thinning shields. Agent Smith, he said slowly and clearly. The item. I need it.Smith looked sheepish. Sir, we nevertheless have no idea what the item is. Were on a need-to-know.Chapter 114 wherefore look again Fontaine declared.The director watched in dismay as the stilted image of the agents searched the two limp bodies in the van for a list of random numbers and letters.Jabba was pale. Oh my God, they cant find it. Were deadLosing FTP filters a voice yelled. Third shields exposed There was a new flurry of activity.On the front screen, the agent with the buzz cut held out his arms in defeat. Sir, the pass-key isnt here. Weve searched both men. Pockets. Clothing. Wallets. No sign at all. Hulohot was wearing a monocle computer, and weve checked that too. It doesnt look like he ever transmitted anything remotely resembling random characters-only a list of kills.Dammit Fontaine seethed, suddenly losing his cool. Its got to be there grip lookingJabba had apparently seen enough-Fontaine had gambled and lost. Jabba took over. The huge Sys-Sec descended from his pulpit like a act off a mountain. He swept through his army of programmers duty out commands. Access auxiliary kills Start shutting it down Do it nowWell never make it Soshi yelled. We need a half hour By the time we shut down, it will be too lateJabba opened his mouth to reply, but he w as cut short by a scream of agony from the back of the room.Everyone turned. Like an apparition, Susan Fletcher rose from her crouched shoes in the rear of the chamber. Her face was white, her eyes transfixed on the freeze-frame of David Becker, motionless and bloody, propped up on the floor of the van.You killed him she screamed. You killed him She stumbled toward the image and reached out. DavidEveryone looked up in confusion. Susan advanced, still calling, her eyes never leaving the projection of Davids body. David. She gasped, staggering forward. Oh, David how could they-Fontaine seemed lost. You know this man?Susan swayed unsteadily as she passed the podium. She stopped a few feet in front of the enormous projection and stared up, bewildered and numb, calling over and over to the man she loved.

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