2007 - NSW, Rural Australia
"The door's unlocked dude, come on in. Please tell me you got something to smoke, dad wont be home for a few hours." I yell down the hall from my
"It's all good man, I managed to get some herbs from Dean-o so we're getting ****ed up tonight!" Jordan boasts with great enthusiasm.
"Aw yeah this is gonna be sweet, we'll get super high and look at alien space ships." I reply with equivalent enthusiasm.
"Don't tell me your crazy plan to hack NASA actually worked?" Jordan questions with a semi-concerned tone while rolling a joint.
"Not yet but check this out, I sent trojan emails to a bunch of their employees and one took the bait, I've got access to his terminal but want to
make sure he's away from it before I try anything." I answer.
"Jesus christ you crazy son of a... make sure we wont be traced, this could be a honey pot." Jordan cautions as he passes me a skillfully rolled
joint, "Here spark this bad boy up bro."
"Mmmmm... I'll jump through a few more proxies just to be safe." I suggest while exhaling a large cloud of smoke.
"It's early in the morning in America right now, if you're going to do this now is probably a good time." Jordan advises.
"Ok we're in... oh man I'm already getting paranoid, my hands are shaking, I can't move the mouse properly!" I exclaim as the effects of the weed
really start to hit me.
"Chill out you dick... look for some interesting crap, we can't spend long on here." demands Jordan.
After several minutes of browsing files on the terminal I have a sudden outburst of excitement, "Wow look at this dude, what the hell is that?"
"What ever this is it's definitely not from this pla- wait was that you, did you just open the console?" Jordan stutters.
"It wasn't me, someone is on the terminal... **** I need to download these files before they disconnect us!" I clamor, the tone of my voice becoming
"Screw that dude the longer you stay on there the more chance we have of being caught!" Jordan warns me, "just disconnect and clear the logs on the
proxy machines you ****ing idiot!"
"No, just hold on one sec, I've almost got it... come on... **** we're disconnected, but hold on... we still got most of the pictures!", however my
sense of victory is short lived as Jordan proceeds to scold me for my reckless actions.
"How do we even know they are real pictures of anything? They probably traced our connection, we're in seriously deep **** here because you're
obsessed with little green men!"
"Hey lets not jump to any conclusions, we don't know for sure whether or not they traced us, just take a few hits on this and relax." I do my best to
reassure Jordan but it doesn't seem to have much effect as he paces around my small bedroom.
"Man I just wanted to get high and relax but you have to get me involved in th-" Jordan suddenly goes quiet as he's peaking out my window, "I'm not
kidding right now, there's a black van parked outside your house, that wasn't there when I got here. Holy **** how did they find us so fast... we need
to get out of here now dude!"
"Just calm down and let me take a look, just because it's a black van doesn't mean anything, there's no way they got our location that quickly... hold
on someone is getting out of the van", I observe as three men dressed in generic black attire exit the vehicle and begin inspecting data transmission
lines on nearby houses. "Oh my god I think they are looking for us... they must not know our exact location, we still have time..."
To be continued...
edit on 27/11/2017 by ChaoticOrder because: (no reason given)