Post by squee on Sept 10, 2011 12:12:47 GMT -5
Tim was busy at the local Starbucks. His laptop up and running as he started programming for a new virus. Nobody around him knew what he was doing, he was just going to be here for a few hours before he started getting dirty looks from the Starbuck Employee's for leeching off their free wifi. He didn't have enough money to buy a coffee, but he didn't like it anyway. It didn't taste just quite right… there was someone out there who liked to screw with him Oracle. Errrgh! That guy drove him fucking insane. He'd be in the middle of hacking a site when he'd swoop in, cut his connection and leave him in the dust. It drove him absolutely batty.
But today, that Oracle jackass was nowhere to be seen. So, while he was programming his code, he'd been tracking down this new Cult that showed up in the city. Cult of Trigon. Not Trigun, Trigon. Some badass dude they keep chanting about. They had some major financials going down through their website. It was some kind of ridiculous number. Something on the level of a mid level corporation. Why would a cult need such a massive amount of money? It didn't make sense. Doing a quick backdoor root login into their mainframe, he'd scour around looking for what they were doing.
Tim didn't care what they did in anyway. It's not like they were hurting him. There security was tight though, there'd be no way he could download a single file without the system locking him and cutting him out. Before the temptation became too much he'd get out and finish programming his virus. "Ah. Perfection." he whispered to himself as he smiled, just a touch. Having some time before he was going to leave, he'd poke around looking around at some of the new databases around. There was Oracle's DB which seemed to be getting bigger and bigger all the time..
Hah. Maybe he could just scratch the wall a little.. make it look so unperfect. He'd perform a key log brute force attack to get him past the first wave of security. He was about to leave a little message when all the sudden his screen went green, a mask appeared and below it a message slowly typed out. 'I C U - O' Tim's eyes widend as he then started seeing that his own files were being uploaded to some random remote server. He couldn't stop it. "MOTHERFUCKER!" he screamed at the computer. Only way to stop it was to pull the battery out. Ripping the plug out, he'd quickly flip the laptop over and yank out the battery. Effectively turning the computer off and disconnecting the remote file transfer.
He had to ditch this laptop. It was bugged now, no way he could use it again without that jackass knowing where he was. It was time to build a new one from scrap. Once he was done, he'd pop out the Hard drive just as a starbucks employee asked him to leave. "Yeah yeah. Just on my way out. Go back to serving coffee." he grumbled as he picked up his messenger bag and walked out, throwing the laptop into the trash, everybody staring at him as he walked out. This Oracle guy was beginning to be a pain in his ass…
But today, that Oracle jackass was nowhere to be seen. So, while he was programming his code, he'd been tracking down this new Cult that showed up in the city. Cult of Trigon. Not Trigun, Trigon. Some badass dude they keep chanting about. They had some major financials going down through their website. It was some kind of ridiculous number. Something on the level of a mid level corporation. Why would a cult need such a massive amount of money? It didn't make sense. Doing a quick backdoor root login into their mainframe, he'd scour around looking for what they were doing.
Tim didn't care what they did in anyway. It's not like they were hurting him. There security was tight though, there'd be no way he could download a single file without the system locking him and cutting him out. Before the temptation became too much he'd get out and finish programming his virus. "Ah. Perfection." he whispered to himself as he smiled, just a touch. Having some time before he was going to leave, he'd poke around looking around at some of the new databases around. There was Oracle's DB which seemed to be getting bigger and bigger all the time..
Hah. Maybe he could just scratch the wall a little.. make it look so unperfect. He'd perform a key log brute force attack to get him past the first wave of security. He was about to leave a little message when all the sudden his screen went green, a mask appeared and below it a message slowly typed out. 'I C U - O' Tim's eyes widend as he then started seeing that his own files were being uploaded to some random remote server. He couldn't stop it. "MOTHERFUCKER!" he screamed at the computer. Only way to stop it was to pull the battery out. Ripping the plug out, he'd quickly flip the laptop over and yank out the battery. Effectively turning the computer off and disconnecting the remote file transfer.
He had to ditch this laptop. It was bugged now, no way he could use it again without that jackass knowing where he was. It was time to build a new one from scrap. Once he was done, he'd pop out the Hard drive just as a starbucks employee asked him to leave. "Yeah yeah. Just on my way out. Go back to serving coffee." he grumbled as he picked up his messenger bag and walked out, throwing the laptop into the trash, everybody staring at him as he walked out. This Oracle guy was beginning to be a pain in his ass…