At 11:49 last night, the Proccian record system was hacked. The hacker destroyed almost all data on the main computer, but was detected before he/she could bet to the backup system. All files are running again.
The hacked used an IP scrambler, an updated version of another peoduct. Anyone with info is asked to inform the Proccian government (post here)
ooc: are you intending on this becoming a rp...if so with your permission I'll insert a character, not responsible, but who works outside the law and moves in and out of the underworld trading information, possibly considered a suspect of the crime but working to find the real person.
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The monitor suddenly blinked to life in a bright flash as the computer came out of hibernation. It illuminated the darkened room, sending light into the far corners and outlining the still body lying on the mattress that was lain on the floor. The occupant stirred slightly, his face burried in a ragged pillow; even though the light didnt catch his eyes he sensed the computer comming to life and his body moved angrily as he tried to bury his head deeper into the pocket his head had formed in the pillow.
"Harrrruppmff...." An angry, sleep deprived, moan escaped his mouth as he tried to fight the urge to pick up the laptop. Noah Flint had just gotten to sleep for the first time in days, finally settling himself after jumping between seven nation in four days until he finally decided there was no more persuit. He had been on the run for a year now, hidding among the very people he once chased, a fugitive hunted by his former agency for a crime he never commited.
Five more minutes passed and Noah tried to remain motionless, his long goatee brushed against the pillow and sent a rash of iches across his chin. Who the hell could possible know where I am, I've only been here for ten hours.......
Noah slammed a fist into the mattress several times and got up from the mattress and retrieved the laptop, his only contact with the world. Grabbing a banana from a bunch that he had stolen from a street vendor earlier Noah sat back down on the mattress with the computer sitting on his crossed legs. The email alert icon on his desktop flashed violently and Noah ran a finger over the mouse pad and clicked on the microsoft word icon. It opened his own encryption and cypher program. It ran a diagnostic over his system, making sure it was still secure, there were only a few people that could contact him over that frequency and wanted to make sure no one was hacking him before he opened the frequency up.
The laptop ran its all clear noise, Darth Vaders hollow voice "What is thy bidding my master?:, and Noah opened up his email server which opened up a direct voice and picture connection with whoever was trying to reach him.
"Noah, you ugly bastard how the hell are you?"
"Jesus, Marko; I figured it would have to be you. What the hell do you want? I'm trying to keep a low profile."
"Hmmm low profile? Thats not what I hear on the grapevine. How is Procco? Never heard of it before."
"How the hell do you know where I am....and what do you mean?"
"Come on Noah, give me some credit I dont run the JDA satalite network for no reason. And dont you give me this aloof crap that was some job you pulled; sleek in and out, one of the best hacks I've seen. How much did they pay you, and who is paying you? I would like to open up a file on them."
"Listen Marko, I just got to sleep I have no bleeding idea what the hell you are talking about. I dont know anything about this country so I dont know how long I will be able to maintain a secure link, so before I have all kinds of people breaking down my door will you get to the point?"
"The point is that someone pulled a major hack in Procco and there is an all points alert out for whoever did this and whoever has any information on who did this. I'm not the only one that knows about you so you better watch yourself, any one of your enemies could let your name slip. If I were you I would lay lower than you are, and find out who did this before you become a target."
"Yeah...thanks Marko." Noah sat in the dark room and tossed away the empty bannana peel. A name came to life in the back of his head, it puzzeled him why it was suddenly brought up from the dregs of his memory. No not them.....they were supposed to be all dead... Noah thought hard, forgeting that Marko was still on the line.
"Noah....Noah..?"
"Yeah, listen Marko I'm going to do some digging. If you dont hear from me in three days than I'm up shit creek. Access the usuall account I'll try and dump all my info in there, you will know who to pass it along to in the JDA."
"Alright man, I hope you know what your doing.....good luck."
Noah closed the link before replying and ran another system check on the computer before shutting down. "Good no one hacked it" He said out loud but then stopped and thought I hope.
He lay back down and closed his eyes, only to have them open up a minute later with a knocking at the door................
Witzgall
30-09-2004, 00:52
completely ooc, just for knowledge: no such thing as an ip scrambler. You could've said Source Modifier...pretty much the same thing...