Chapter 75
That's a change. n.o.body f.u.c.king with your Ninten- do, huh?
YOUR HUMOR ESCAPES ME, AT TIMES
S'pozed 2
WHAT?
Never Mind. What do you need?
WE ARE CLOSE
I know.
OF COURSE YOU DO. A BRIEF REPORT PLEASE.
Sure. Freedom is doing better than expected. Over a million now, maybe a million and a half. The majors are sick, real sick.
Alex has kept my staff full, and we're putting out dozens of viruses a week. On schedule.
GOOD
I'm gonna be out for a few days. I'll call when I get back.
SHOULDN'T YOU STAY WHERE YOU CAN BE REACHED?
I carry a portable. I will check my computer, as I always do.
You have never had trouble reaching me.
THAT IS TRUE. WHERE DO YOU GO?
Amsterdam.
HOLLAND? WHY?
A hackers conference. I need a break anyway, so I thought I might as well make it a working vacation. The top hackers get together and stroke themselves, but I could pick something up.
Useful to us.
DO BE CAREFUL, YOU ARE VALUABLE. NO ONE CAN KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
No one does. No one. I use my BBS alias. Spook.
San Francisco, California
Sir George Sterling checked his E-Mail for messages. There were only 2, both from Alex. The one week holiday had been good for Sir George. Well earned, he thought. In less than 3 months, he had called over 1,700 people on the phone and let them in on his little secrets, as he came to call them.
Every month Alex had forwarded money, regular like clockwork, and Sir George had diligently followed instructions. To the letter.
Not so much in deference to the implicit threats issued him by Alex, over computer and untraceable of course, but by the pros- pect of continued income. He came to enjoy the work. Since he was in America and his calls were to Americans, he had the oppor- tunity to dazzle them with his proper and refined accent before he let the hammer down with whatever tidbit of private informa- tion he was told to share with them.
In the beginning Sir George had little idea of what the motiva- tion behind his job was, and still, he wasn't completely sure.
He realized each call he made contained the undercurrent of a threat. But he never threatened anyone, his instructions were explicit; never threaten. So therefore, he reasoned, he must actually be making threats, no matter how veiled.
He rather enjoyed it all. Not hurting people, that wasn't his nature,
About what? "Whatever interests them."
He became somewhat of a celebrated fixture at several 'pubs' in Marin County where he found the atmosphere more to his liking; a perfectly civilized provincial suburb of San Francisco where his purchased affectations wore well on the locals who endlessly commuted to their high tech jobs in Silicon Valley 40 miles to the south.
Hawaii had been, as he said, "Quite the experience." Alex had informed him one day that he was to take a holiday and return ready for a new a.s.signment, one to which now he was ideally suited. Sir George smiled to himself. A job well done, and additional rewards. That was a first for George Toft of dreary Manchester, England.
Since he did not have a printer, there was no way he would jeop- ardize his livelihood for a comfort so small, he read his E-Mail by copying the messages into Word Perfect, and then reading them at his leisure. All E-Mail was encrypted with the Public Private RSA algorithm, so he had to manually decrypt the messages with his private key and save them unencrypted. When he was done, he erased the file completely, to keep anyone else from discovering the nature of his work. Alex's first message was dated two days before he returned from Hawaii. It was actually cordial, as far as Alex could be considered cordial. After their first meeting in Athens, Alex had taken on a succinct if not terse tone in all communications.
Sir George:
Welcome back. I hope you had a most enjoyable holiday. It was well deserved.
We now enter phase two of our operations. We place much faith in your ability and loyalty. Please do not disrupt that confidence.
As in the past, you will be given daily lists of people to call. They are some of the people whom you have called before. As before, identify yourself and the nature of your call. I am sure your last call was so disturbing to them, they will take your call this time as well.
Then, once you have confirmed their ident.i.ty, give them the new information provided, and ask them to follow the instructions given, to the letter. Please be your usual polite self.
Alex
The second message was more Alex-like:
Sir George:
If you have any problems with your new a.s.signment, please call me to arrange your termination.
Alex.
"h.e.l.lo? Are you there?" Sir George Sterling spoke with as much elegance he could muster. "This is John Fullmaster calling again for Robert Henson." Sir George remembered the name but not the specifics.
"One moment please," Maggie said. "Mr. Henson?" She said after dialing his intercom extension. "It's John Fullmaster for you.
Line three"
"Who?"
"Mr. Fullmaster. He called once several months ago. Don't you remember?" He thought. Fullmaster. Fullmaster. Oh, s.h.i.+t. I thought he was a bad dream. G.o.dd.a.m.n blackmailer. Never did figure how he knew about the Winston Ellis scam. Good thing that's been put to bed and over.
"All right, I'll take it." He punched up the third line.
"Yeah?" He said defiantly.
"Mr. Henson? This is John Fullmaster. I believe we spoke a while back about some of your dealings? Do you recall?"
"Yes, I recall you b.a.s.t.a.r.d, but you're too late. The deal closed last month. So you can forget your threats. f.u.c.k off and die."
Henson used his best boardroom belligerence.