3:03 pm, Koryakskaya Volcano, Siberia
It was bitterfully cold in central siberia, and they where standing
atop of a large mountain, or more accurately, volcano. There was seven
of them, and where near the very peak of the volcanoes 3,456 metre
height. Up here, there was constantly snow and ice, even colder than
the nearby city of Petropavlovsk-Kamchatskiy, the capitol of Kamchatka.
For the most part, they used one of their own motorised climbers to
climb the less steep left side, and then continued on foot until they
reached their destination. Nearby, lay a small building, perhaps 2
metre squared, covered in a layer of snow, and with a metal door.
One man, the leader of the group, Sosiaca Milovic, opened the door
by entering a 16 digit keycode into the small screen beside the door.
The door unlocked, and he opened it, as he did so a light turned on
inside.
The Light was fairly dim, and useless when the door was shut,
and all were inside, dangerous since this was a stairway. Luckily, there
was a banister, and they all carefully walked down the steps, and through
the door at the bottom. This was a huge room, like a plane hangar, and
just as busy, hundreds of soldiers, scientists and technicians where
rushing about below them, the stopped and looked down from the
metal balcony, before heading down the second set of stairs, and walked
onto the floor.
It was somewhat like a hangar also, by the presence of 6 walking
bipedal tanks, also known by the name of Metal Gear Ray. He turned to 2
large men at the back of the group, and said,"Henri, Asicakov, bring
the supplied to the left chamber" he said in Russian. The two men
went off, each dragging large cases.
The trip to Petropavlovsk-Kamchatskiy was to get supplied, but while
to group got them, he found their contact, Byte, has he was known.
Byte was a hacker, and used to work as a hacker at some of the biggest
security agencies. Now he was freelance, and was residing in Petropavlovsk
-Kamchatskiy for the duration of the operation.
He was scrawny and had glasses, a typical geek, but made lots of
money. He was also a genius. Byte had refused to live in the
mountain base, and rented a house in the city, where he set up
all his equipment. Sosiaca had visited him to find some information
and to check whether radar jammming was working fine. Sosiaca's boss
didn't want the US military turning up when they see 6 MG Rays on
the map. The Rays signal was unique and easy to trace. You could
see one most places in the world. This is one of the reasons they
needed Byte.
"Sosiaca, wassup?" said Byte when he opened the door.
He was chewing some gum, and his hair was more unruly than
usual. Sosiaca said nothing and walked into the house. The small
hallway was the only clean bit of the house, all the other rooms
being messy, empty pizza boxes and coca-cans littering the
floors of the 6 rooms in the houses two levels.
Sosiaca sighed in disgust as he stepped over a pizza box
with an old slice of pizza hanging out, and headed towards
Byte's setup. 3 flat panel moniters, 2 keyboard and one massive
CPU.
Byte followed him, and sat down on his swiveling chair,
as did Sosiaca on a normal wooded stool. Byte turned on the
computer, and turned to Sosiaca. "So....?" he said, rocking
back and forth on the chairs castors.
"i have come to check the Jammers, and obtains some information"
said Sosiaca, in flawless but accented English.
"Right..", said Byte, and opened a window on the central,
and largest, monitor. the window contained a Radar image of
the Kamchatka Peninsula, and the Koryakskaya Volcano
was circled in red. This was the area which the Jammer covered,
just the volcano, and not Petropavlovsk-Kamchatskiy. Beside
the map, there was various menus and dials. The jamming signal
was sent out by 3 satellites on Byte's roof. They projected
information of the mountain before the base was built, so it
would appear normal.
"Its all fine.. what info you looking for?" said Byte,
closing the window. "SDI files. I need just about everything
on the SDI." said Sosiaca.
"Right, I'll hack in later, and burn the files to dvd, you
can pick it up tomorrow" said Byte, "Hey, Sosiaca, its nearly
christmas, and I ain't staying in this joint. I'm going
to New York.."
Sosiaca shook his head. Byte was need too much at
this stage in the operation."I'm sorry, but you cannot leave
until the operation is over" he said, his tone final.
But Byte persisted. "No way man," began Byte,
but Sosiaca interupted. "I shall expect those files tomorrow".
He then left the room and the building.
Sosiaca hoped that Byte would not do something stupid.
He needed to tell 506 that he would have the information tomorrow.
The Hangar was fairly packed at this time of day,
various people rushing to get the project finished before the
March deadline. Apart from the main hangar, there was
various other offices, storage and work rooms in the base.
506, the leader of the operation, a tall white man
of around 40 who came from Germany, had the largest office
on the right side of the hangar.
Dodging aa few hurrying technicians, Sosiaca went into the
R-1 corridor, and through the large metal automated door at
the end of the hall. 506 was at his desk, writing something
on a large A3 sheet of paper, it had a strange schematic
on it, and was quickly concealed by 506 when Sosiaca entered
the room.
Sosiaca asked no questions, and went straight to
business. "Five - Naught - Six, Sir, the Jamming system is
fulyl functional and all information on the Strategic Defence
Initiative will be here tomorrow" he said in Russian.
506 was born in Germany, but lived in Russian when he was
older, so there was no need to speak English, a language
which neither spoke as a native language, and Sosiac did not
speak German.
"Excellent," said 506,"We may reach the deadline
yet. Sosiaca decided to bring the Byte issue up.
"Sir, Byte, our computer hacker, has requested a christmas
holiday, which I denied. I'm worried he may do something..
foolish.. It would be a shame to waste such talent".
"Yes..." said 506, "Grant him this holoday. He is Integral
to the operation".
"But, Sir, our deadline is nearing-"
506 cut him off. "A delay is better than a failure. We can
reach the deadline, but it would be useless without this
hacker. The deadline can be postponed"
Soasiaca didn't agree, but he knew not to question 506.
His tone made his decision final, and there was no
arguing his case.
Later in the day, but well before night time,
Sosiaca went back to the city, to tell Byte that he
could, if he wished, Take a 2 week vacation, as he called
it. But when Sosiaca arrived in the grimy house, Byte wasn't
there. At first, Sosiaca had thought that Byte must have
gone out. But after a closer inspection of the house,
he found several items of clothing missing.
"Dammit!" screamed Sosiaca. He quickly jumped on the computer
chair, to see if the Radar Jamming was still working.
He wasn't an expert on Computers, but wasn't a technophone
either. Remembering what Byte had done earlier in the day,
he clicked an icon on the desktop. The familiar window
came up. It was still online. Suddenly, another window came
up.
"What the?" said Sosiaca. The words, "Disconnection
in 72 hours. Please enter access codes to override".
A security device in the program, written by Byte himself,
made the Connection stop every week, unless access codes
where imputted. This was probably to stop Sosiaca from
killing him once he had the program. He had no intention
of doing so... until now.
"The little.."he be muttered, and reached for his
Radio, and seriously hoped 506 was in a good mood.
It was bitterfully cold in central siberia, and they where standing
atop of a large mountain, or more accurately, volcano. There was seven
of them, and where near the very peak of the volcanoes 3,456 metre
height. Up here, there was constantly snow and ice, even colder than
the nearby city of Petropavlovsk-Kamchatskiy, the capitol of Kamchatka.
For the most part, they used one of their own motorised climbers to
climb the less steep left side, and then continued on foot until they
reached their destination. Nearby, lay a small building, perhaps 2
metre squared, covered in a layer of snow, and with a metal door.
One man, the leader of the group, Sosiaca Milovic, opened the door
by entering a 16 digit keycode into the small screen beside the door.
The door unlocked, and he opened it, as he did so a light turned on
inside.
The Light was fairly dim, and useless when the door was shut,
and all were inside, dangerous since this was a stairway. Luckily, there
was a banister, and they all carefully walked down the steps, and through
the door at the bottom. This was a huge room, like a plane hangar, and
just as busy, hundreds of soldiers, scientists and technicians where
rushing about below them, the stopped and looked down from the
metal balcony, before heading down the second set of stairs, and walked
onto the floor.
It was somewhat like a hangar also, by the presence of 6 walking
bipedal tanks, also known by the name of Metal Gear Ray. He turned to 2
large men at the back of the group, and said,"Henri, Asicakov, bring
the supplied to the left chamber" he said in Russian. The two men
went off, each dragging large cases.
The trip to Petropavlovsk-Kamchatskiy was to get supplied, but while
to group got them, he found their contact, Byte, has he was known.
Byte was a hacker, and used to work as a hacker at some of the biggest
security agencies. Now he was freelance, and was residing in Petropavlovsk
-Kamchatskiy for the duration of the operation.
He was scrawny and had glasses, a typical geek, but made lots of
money. He was also a genius. Byte had refused to live in the
mountain base, and rented a house in the city, where he set up
all his equipment. Sosiaca had visited him to find some information
and to check whether radar jammming was working fine. Sosiaca's boss
didn't want the US military turning up when they see 6 MG Rays on
the map. The Rays signal was unique and easy to trace. You could
see one most places in the world. This is one of the reasons they
needed Byte.
"Sosiaca, wassup?" said Byte when he opened the door.
He was chewing some gum, and his hair was more unruly than
usual. Sosiaca said nothing and walked into the house. The small
hallway was the only clean bit of the house, all the other rooms
being messy, empty pizza boxes and coca-cans littering the
floors of the 6 rooms in the houses two levels.
Sosiaca sighed in disgust as he stepped over a pizza box
with an old slice of pizza hanging out, and headed towards
Byte's setup. 3 flat panel moniters, 2 keyboard and one massive
CPU.
Byte followed him, and sat down on his swiveling chair,
as did Sosiaca on a normal wooded stool. Byte turned on the
computer, and turned to Sosiaca. "So....?" he said, rocking
back and forth on the chairs castors.
"i have come to check the Jammers, and obtains some information"
said Sosiaca, in flawless but accented English.
"Right..", said Byte, and opened a window on the central,
and largest, monitor. the window contained a Radar image of
the Kamchatka Peninsula, and the Koryakskaya Volcano
was circled in red. This was the area which the Jammer covered,
just the volcano, and not Petropavlovsk-Kamchatskiy. Beside
the map, there was various menus and dials. The jamming signal
was sent out by 3 satellites on Byte's roof. They projected
information of the mountain before the base was built, so it
would appear normal.
"Its all fine.. what info you looking for?" said Byte,
closing the window. "SDI files. I need just about everything
on the SDI." said Sosiaca.
"Right, I'll hack in later, and burn the files to dvd, you
can pick it up tomorrow" said Byte, "Hey, Sosiaca, its nearly
christmas, and I ain't staying in this joint. I'm going
to New York.."
Sosiaca shook his head. Byte was need too much at
this stage in the operation."I'm sorry, but you cannot leave
until the operation is over" he said, his tone final.
But Byte persisted. "No way man," began Byte,
but Sosiaca interupted. "I shall expect those files tomorrow".
He then left the room and the building.
Sosiaca hoped that Byte would not do something stupid.
He needed to tell 506 that he would have the information tomorrow.
The Hangar was fairly packed at this time of day,
various people rushing to get the project finished before the
March deadline. Apart from the main hangar, there was
various other offices, storage and work rooms in the base.
506, the leader of the operation, a tall white man
of around 40 who came from Germany, had the largest office
on the right side of the hangar.
Dodging aa few hurrying technicians, Sosiaca went into the
R-1 corridor, and through the large metal automated door at
the end of the hall. 506 was at his desk, writing something
on a large A3 sheet of paper, it had a strange schematic
on it, and was quickly concealed by 506 when Sosiaca entered
the room.
Sosiaca asked no questions, and went straight to
business. "Five - Naught - Six, Sir, the Jamming system is
fulyl functional and all information on the Strategic Defence
Initiative will be here tomorrow" he said in Russian.
506 was born in Germany, but lived in Russian when he was
older, so there was no need to speak English, a language
which neither spoke as a native language, and Sosiac did not
speak German.
"Excellent," said 506,"We may reach the deadline
yet. Sosiaca decided to bring the Byte issue up.
"Sir, Byte, our computer hacker, has requested a christmas
holiday, which I denied. I'm worried he may do something..
foolish.. It would be a shame to waste such talent".
"Yes..." said 506, "Grant him this holoday. He is Integral
to the operation".
"But, Sir, our deadline is nearing-"
506 cut him off. "A delay is better than a failure. We can
reach the deadline, but it would be useless without this
hacker. The deadline can be postponed"
Soasiaca didn't agree, but he knew not to question 506.
His tone made his decision final, and there was no
arguing his case.
Later in the day, but well before night time,
Sosiaca went back to the city, to tell Byte that he
could, if he wished, Take a 2 week vacation, as he called
it. But when Sosiaca arrived in the grimy house, Byte wasn't
there. At first, Sosiaca had thought that Byte must have
gone out. But after a closer inspection of the house,
he found several items of clothing missing.
"Dammit!" screamed Sosiaca. He quickly jumped on the computer
chair, to see if the Radar Jamming was still working.
He wasn't an expert on Computers, but wasn't a technophone
either. Remembering what Byte had done earlier in the day,
he clicked an icon on the desktop. The familiar window
came up. It was still online. Suddenly, another window came
up.
"What the?" said Sosiaca. The words, "Disconnection
in 72 hours. Please enter access codes to override".
A security device in the program, written by Byte himself,
made the Connection stop every week, unless access codes
where imputted. This was probably to stop Sosiaca from
killing him once he had the program. He had no intention
of doing so... until now.
"The little.."he be muttered, and reached for his
Radio, and seriously hoped 506 was in a good mood.