Chapter 86
"You mean the van?"
"Right. How many vans would it take to generate all this?"
Scott pointed at several boxes next to the disorganized shelves.
"d.a.m.ned if I know!"
"Neither do I, but I'll make a wild guess and say that there are quite a few running around. One blew up, or more specifically, was blown up. You guys have the pieces."
"Not any more," Ty said. "They were taken away by CI. Said it was national security. I was told to stay away from it. Told you about us Feds."
"Whatever," Scott waved away the sidebar. "The point is that if a whole bunch of these vans were used, that's not cheap. They held a lot of very expensive equipment. Why not look for the vans? They can't be that hard to find. Maybe you'll find your... "
"Holy Christ, Mother Mary and Joseph, why didn't I think of that." Tyrone stood up and aimlessly meandered amongst Scott's junk heaps. "We've been looking in one direction only. The van ceased to exist in our minds since CI took it. The Government can be a royal pain in the a.s.s. The van, of course."
Just as Scott was going to describe how to find villains without wasting hundreds of hours scouring data banks, his computer beeped three times. Scott was shaken from his comfort. "What the...?" He looked at the clock. It was just midnight.
Kirk! Kirk was calling and he totally had forgotten to mention the computer ransacking to Ty.
"Great! It's Kirk. I wanted you to meet him." As Scott leaned over the keyboard to answer the page, Tyrone looked quizzically at him.
"Who's Kirk?"
"This hacker, some kid on the West Coast.
Good guy. Hope to meet him someday." Scott pushed a few keys.
The screen came alive.
WTFO
"Hey," said Tyrone, "that's what we used to say in the Reserves."
Gotta Spook here.
SPOOK? YOU KNOW SPOOK?
Who's Spook?
YOU SAID HE'S WITH YOU
Not Spook, a spook. FBI guy.
FBI? YOU PROMISED.
Don't worry. Tell him yourself. Who is Spook, anyway?
SPOOK IS A HACKER, ONE OF THE BEST. BEEN ON THE SCENE FOR YEARS.
A FEW PEOPLE CLAIM TO HAVE MET HIM, BUT IT'S ALWAYS A FRIEND OF A FRIEND OF A FRIEND. HE KEEPS A LOW PROFILE. THE WORD IS SPOOK IS PLAYING SOME GOOD GAMES RECENTLY. THE FBI?
He's a friend. He doesn't know.
Tyrone had come over to the crowded desk to watch the exchange.
"Who is this guy? What don't I know?"
Kirk, can I tell him? No one knows who you are?
I GUESS SO.
Be back...
Scott proceeded to tell Tyrone about the warnings that Kirk received and then how his computers were destroyed. That the calling card warned Kirk to stay away from First State Bank. And how another hacker calling himself Da Vinci on a BBS called Freedom might be a link. Then Scott admitted that he had been in on a bank robbery, or at least breaking and entering a bank's computer.
Tyrone had enough. "I'm not sure I want to hear anymore. You have been busy. So what can I do?"
"Tell Kirk what he can do," Scott said.
"He could probably go to jail. Bank computers, my G.o.d! Is that where you get your stories? You live them and then report them in the third person? Stories for the inquiring mind."
"Are you through! I mean, are you through?" Scott sounded per- turbed.
"It's true. What does this guy want?"
"Advice. Talk to him. Here." Scott motioned for Tyrone to sit at the keyboard.
"What do I do?"
"Just type," Scott said with exasperation. "You're as bad as my mother. Type!" Scott ordered.
This is Ty
Scott pulled Ty's hands from the keyboard. "A handle, use a handle, like on a CB!"
"Oh, yeah, I forgot," Tyrone lied.
This is the FBI
Scott looked on in shock. Tyrone laughed out loud. "He already knows who I am. So what? I've always liked saying that anyway."
KIRK HERE, FBI, WHERE NO MAN HAS GONE BEFORE
So I hear. Been to any good banks lately?
REPO MAN, WHAT'S UP?
Can't take a joke?
YEAH. NO PROBLEM.
Listen, I don't know you from Adam, and you don't have to talk to me, but I am curious. Did your computers really get bashed?
TOTALLY, DUDE.