[COLOR=GRAY][INDENT][INDENT][i] [img]https://i.ibb.co/bjhzxRYQ/carbon-1.png[/img] [/i][/INDENT][/INDENT][/COLOR] [hr][CENTER][img]https://imgix.bustle.com/inverse/d6/0c/60/5a/5468/41a8/ba9a/f130d5fd97d1/hacks-mr-robot-elliot-fsociety-destroyed-evil-corps-data1280x600jpg.jpeg?w=1200&h=630&fit=crop&crop=faces&fm=jpg[/img][/CENTER] [indent][sub][COLOR=SILVER][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I] JFK Airport, New York City, United States of America [/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=SILVER][b]Time of Trouble#1.002:[/b][/COLOR][I]>hello_world[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][sub][color=SILVER][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [I]N/A[/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=SILVER][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [I]N/A[/I][/right][/SUP] [INDENT] [hr] " All passengers in Terminal 4, we are pleased to announce that American Airlines Flight A56487 is currently boarding. Please show your tickets and passport to the flight attendant...." An airport wasn't exactly the way to conduct covert business but Ramsey had learnt over the years that being covert was synonymous with being in public. It was a paradox he had to learnt, unless he wanted to attracted the suspicion of the feds. Most of his competitors had invested tens of thousands into complex security protocols but he'd always preferred a public venue. He was currently sat near his airport gate, observing the grey skies outside. The runway was littered with passenger jets, departing and taking off in perfect synchronization with one another. The seating area was empty at this hour, thanks to a last-minute scheduling conflict. The flight time had originally been noon but it had been moved to the morning at the last moment without any warning. What was odd was that there were no other passengers at the gate save for a few sleeping stragglers waiting for the flight after his. Before he could further think about it, his pager beeped. Ramsey looked at the caller ID. It was from Ray, his chief operating officer. The message said "WANT TO TALK ABOUT SUBJECTS." Ramsley eyed the clock. It was 5 in the morning. Ray usually woke up at 7. What could possibly be so important at this hour? He began typing rapidly on the pager, his fingers beating a pattern into the square of plastic. " ABT SUBJECTS? BURN THEM. BURN THEM ALL." Ramsey leaned back after finishing his message, closing his eyes to relax. In 3 hours, he would be down in the Bahamas, away from dour New York winters and by the beaches, enjoying mojitos. " Well, I think I have to disagree with that," The pager said. That was funny, he could have sworn the pager talked. Ramsey opened his eyes and did a double take. It did talk. He dropped the pager to the ground as though it was possessed and stared at it, dumbfounded. " You know it's rude to drop me," The pager said again. Ramsey pinched himself to confirm that he was not in a dream. The voice was a static rainfall of warbling pitches, both man and woman. With trepeditation, Ramsey picked up the pager and stared at it with wonder. Ramsey took a second to recompose himself and then, spoke, his voice cautious. " Who is this?," Ramsey whispered. The voice ignored his question and began to speak. " Your original name was Ramieshavan Golak. " You were born in East Bengal. Your mother was a silkworm trader and your father was a goldsmith. You immigrated to America, somewhere in Newark -" " How the fuck do you -," Ramsey hissed. How did this person know so much about him? He hid his past well, took efforts to bury it. The voice continued onward, merciless, " Quiet before -," " You opened Wraitheon Pharmaceuticals in the 90s. You initially worked as a CRO before you moved your way up to becoming a CDMO and then, a major biopharma. You couldn't scale up, though. You needed an ample supply of test subjects but the cost was too high here locally. So, you recruited undocumented immigrants. You paid them off with the promises of a green card and in exchange, you got them to become your guinea pigs. If any of them questioned what was happening, you would deport them. If any of them died in your trials, you got your lawyers and your agents to burn the books." There was a brief pause before the mysterious voice continued, drawing out their words this time. " Imagine what would happen if someone knew what really happened behind the scenes" " You have no proof," Ramsey said. His fist was clenched so hard around his pager that he thought he would have broken it. His pager then began to blat out a series of numbers and letters, alphanumeric. They were incomprehensible at first but Ramsey eventually recognized them. Patient numbers. Offshore bank accounts. Trial results. All of it was supposed to be locked on hard disks, locked behind a 9-inch thick steel vault. " I assume you're hearing what I sent you. That's just a tiny fraction of the 50 gigs of data I got off your drives. Your info security is shit. Plus, I also got all the encrypted video footage of all of your residential facilities." A chuckle came over the line. " That's a funny word for underground prisons." " You're bullshitting. You're just one man. You're -" The seat beneath Ramsey felt like air. He couldn't believe it was happening. " This is my life you're ruining. You're ruining my life." " Look, I get it. You saw an weakness, a chink in the system, and you exploited it like I would. I respect that. The only thing I can't respect is when you bring other people into your mess." Ramsey could now hear the unmistakable sound of sirens on the horizon. He hoped for a moment they were just ambulances but the red and blue was unmistakable. The announcement on the PA system sealed his fate. " All passengers in Terminal 4, please do not be alarmed. Law enforcement is currently on the search for a suspected person of interest in the area. Please do not be alarmed." " Have fun with the gendarmarie," The voice said. The pager then began smoking, circuits hissing with electricity and the plastic casing slowly growing tarry in his hand. Ramsey stared blankly in shock, feeling his life crumble apart around him. The crowd parted, a trio of police officers worked their way through the crowd. He didn't even to have the next words come out of their mouths as he raised his hands in surrender. [hr] In a cafe a hundred meters way in Terminal 1, Elek watched the commotion in his mind through the security camera feed. J.F.K's rudimentary security protocols folded before him like a thresh through wheat. The servers were 30 years old and hideously full of backdoors like swiss cheese. Ramsey Goyal, former CEO of Wraitheon Pharmaceuticals, wriggled like a fish out of water as two police officers escorted him, asking curious onlookers to stay away. He reflected back on the events of the last couple of months. The target was high ranking but the challenge was dissapointing. He could never reach the heights of the IRS hack but the challenge was more in the sheer distributed network of all of the servers. The company data and its associated backups were located across eight different states across the west, mid-west and east. It took an effort of two months of careful prodding and reconnaisance before he could even consider committing to taking down Ramsey. Still, the results couldn't be argued with. He took a sip of his coffee, savoring the bitter brew. Just as he was about to request for the bill, Elek felt a slight vibration from his Casio wristwatch. It was imperceptible to anyone else but him. He had tinkered with the watch in his spare time, taking advantage of Japanese battery engineering to hook a portable long range radio transmitter to it. It made it look overgrown but it was far better than having to reach into his pocket for his cellular phone. He reached out his power, mentally translating the storm of incomprehensible source code into intelligible language. >>matthews@H.E.L.P: They need you back at Alpha Base. Orders from Command. So soon? Elek frowned and then, issued out a quick script from his mind. >> elek@H.E.L.P: tell them i'm busy. >>matthews@H.E.L.P: Church's orders. He momentarily froze, sipping his coffee. What did that mean? Did Church finally catch on to what he was doing? He hid his tracks carefully, made sure to only use his powers when necessary. Any hacker could have done this. H.E.L.P knew that he was capable of more. Why would he waste valuable time on this when he could have ripped apart Ramsley in two weeks with his powers? No, they wouldn't suspect a thing. >>elek@H.E.L.P: c u in 48 hrs. Elek tightened the hem of his hood so the shadow covered everything but his mouth. Depositing a five on the table, he stood up and skulked out of the cafe, letting himself flow into the busy crowd of passengers. [/INDENT][/INDENT]