After a month passed, Kevin felt more confident. No one had come after him for hacking into those government files, so he decided to give it another go. This time he thought of a different target.
NORAD. All they do is watch the sky from their little mountain up north. They probably have the weakest security in the world. It is funny though what all those conspiracy theorists say about the place, everything from a nuclear silo to a home for the little gray men from Roswell. Whatever, all I care about are the things that are true, that are provable, whether classified or not. We should know what goes on just so we can shut those conspiracy theorists up. Besides, who in their right mind would believe that there really are little grey men up there in space. Come on, that is way too hard for me to believe.
He started to hack, and was right about part of it. It really did have the weakest security in the world, at least up to a point. Everything from the map of the facility to the floor designations were so heavily buried that he almost didn't even know that the files existed. But he found them, and thought he could hack them. All the way down here in Florida, they're up there in Colorado. At the most they could have the local military goons move in and lock me up in jail. But that never scared him anymore. He had already been in prison for hacking into a power plant and killing half the power in NY. That was when he wasn't experienced, didn't have to be to hack into something that lightly guarded. Ever since the Homeland Security thing passed, many of his fellow hackers were locked up, found out one by one.
After a while he almost gave up. Then he got a bone, grabbed a T-Bone from the jaws of the big attack dog NORAD. The floor designations…lets see…NORAD, armory, personnel quarters, wait…Embarkation Room…embark to where? 28 floors below ground and they go somewhere? Where? This is too weird. He could tell someone was tracking him, trying to find him. What was odd though is that whoever it was, they were doing a decent job, but it wasn't good enough. He found another file, this one a mission report…wait, mission report, mission to WHERE? This is driving me CRAZY. I knew there were some pretty weird things going on with the military, but going on a mission 28 floors underground? That's just insane…not to mention improbable. He scanned the mission report:
Col. Jack O'Neill, commander SG1.
Mission to P2C-570
Condition hostile…hostile?
Fired rounds…claymores…C4…
Wait…who'd they fire on?
That'd take out a lot of soldiers…
Maj. Carter wounded, shot in the leg…
Wounded? This isn't any kind of training scenario…this is the real deal!
Daniel lost his glasses, requisition another pair.
HAHA! That's funny…you don't see that in every mission report…
He kept skimming, unaware that his tail had caught him, sent for his capture, and arranged to talk to him. That person had everything they needed to fry him and let him rot in jail.
Kevin kept reading until he heard a loud crash at his door. Ah shit…they're here…too late to fry the hard drive, caught red handed…At that point he turned around to see 10 soldiers carrying some pretty big machine guns, each one pointing at him as if he was going to shoot back, but he wasn't that dumb, not when the military breaks into your house in the middle of the night…
NORAD. All they do is watch the sky from their little mountain up north. They probably have the weakest security in the world. It is funny though what all those conspiracy theorists say about the place, everything from a nuclear silo to a home for the little gray men from Roswell. Whatever, all I care about are the things that are true, that are provable, whether classified or not. We should know what goes on just so we can shut those conspiracy theorists up. Besides, who in their right mind would believe that there really are little grey men up there in space. Come on, that is way too hard for me to believe.
He started to hack, and was right about part of it. It really did have the weakest security in the world, at least up to a point. Everything from the map of the facility to the floor designations were so heavily buried that he almost didn't even know that the files existed. But he found them, and thought he could hack them. All the way down here in Florida, they're up there in Colorado. At the most they could have the local military goons move in and lock me up in jail. But that never scared him anymore. He had already been in prison for hacking into a power plant and killing half the power in NY. That was when he wasn't experienced, didn't have to be to hack into something that lightly guarded. Ever since the Homeland Security thing passed, many of his fellow hackers were locked up, found out one by one.
After a while he almost gave up. Then he got a bone, grabbed a T-Bone from the jaws of the big attack dog NORAD. The floor designations…lets see…NORAD, armory, personnel quarters, wait…Embarkation Room…embark to where? 28 floors below ground and they go somewhere? Where? This is too weird. He could tell someone was tracking him, trying to find him. What was odd though is that whoever it was, they were doing a decent job, but it wasn't good enough. He found another file, this one a mission report…wait, mission report, mission to WHERE? This is driving me CRAZY. I knew there were some pretty weird things going on with the military, but going on a mission 28 floors underground? That's just insane…not to mention improbable. He scanned the mission report:
Col. Jack O'Neill, commander SG1.
Mission to P2C-570
Condition hostile…hostile?
Fired rounds…claymores…C4…
Wait…who'd they fire on?
That'd take out a lot of soldiers…
Maj. Carter wounded, shot in the leg…
Wounded? This isn't any kind of training scenario…this is the real deal!
Daniel lost his glasses, requisition another pair.
HAHA! That's funny…you don't see that in every mission report…
He kept skimming, unaware that his tail had caught him, sent for his capture, and arranged to talk to him. That person had everything they needed to fry him and let him rot in jail.
Kevin kept reading until he heard a loud crash at his door. Ah shit…they're here…too late to fry the hard drive, caught red handed…At that point he turned around to see 10 soldiers carrying some pretty big machine guns, each one pointing at him as if he was going to shoot back, but he wasn't that dumb, not when the military breaks into your house in the middle of the night…