The Cyber Wars

[Smittyblack]

This is a little writing project between me and Wolfsong.

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Eva



Agent Eva Martinez read the files laid out in front of her, dated August 22, 2034. “Another new hacker, huh?” She brushed her long black hair from her eyes. “Just caught four of 'em last week. You'd think they'd learn eventually... Okay, Director, I'm on it.”


"But..." her director said. "I need to warn you. This hacker is very skilled, and very dangerous. He's capable of more than you can imagine. Be careful, Agent Martinez."


"I dunno, Boss. I have a pretty big imagination," Eva joked with a smile, scanning the documents with the hardware embedded into her bright—golden, almost yellow— hazel eyes, saving the information as files in the computer integrated with her brain— upgraded beyond the average citizen brain-computer, courtesy of the FBI. "No need to worry, Boss— I’ll get this guy arrested in a few days, tops."


The director nodded, with uncertainty in his eyes. Agent Martinez was one of his best-- if not the best-- agents, but he wasn't entirely sure that even she could catch this hacker.

[Wolfsong]

"How's this one look?"
Everyone watched the files as they showed up on their computer screens, scanning through the codes as they sought any possible flaws. After a while, one guy through up his hands, laughing.
"Its great, Danny, I can't see a thing wrong with it!"
He nodded. "Lets get going then."


Andy stared at his computer a few minutes, bored. He'd been sifting through this junk for a week now, and he more than memorized it.
Sighing, he dumped the stuff and set to work on a new place he'd stumbled upon. He noted, with some interest, that there was a lot of movement about it today. Curious, he delved in deeper, sifting through this, poking through that. It was impressive, however, the codes here. His interest grew as he combated the first one. This was super stuff! Excited, he set to work, carefully teasing it apart piece by piece.
Then he found it, the critical piece.
With a few more minutes' work, he was in.
"Sweet." He leaned over, snagging a bag of chips off the desk, and threw one in his mouth as he started work on the next part.
This...was the most fun he'd had in a while. Too bad it'd be over soon...

[Smittyblack]

((Stealing my Danny character :c
Kidding lol, it's okay >.>))





Eva


Eva groaned in frustration, and threw the papers off her desk. She held her head in her hand. She was incredibly frustrated. She'd been working on the case for a little over a week, but she still had no information about the hacker. She usually completed all her cases in just a few days, but she was hardly even started with this one.

Incredible... she thought. This hacker... He hasn't revealed any information about himself. He's covered his tracks too well. How am I going to catch him if I can't even find a single clue? I have to catch him, though; these attacks keep getting worse. But how? Then it hit her: the perfect plan. It could either go perfectly right, or horrible wrong. Should I risk it?

Finally, she decided to go with the plan. She opened a number pad in the computer inside her skull and put a phone number in. Come on, come on... she thought. You have to answer. It's the only way to solve this case.

[Wolfsong]

(Well, I spent some time thinking about it, and just decided to stick with what we already had. )


Danny checked over the files, preparing to close up for the day, when he noticed something. There was movement in their files, outside of their own. Someone had invaded their hardware.
He wasn't the only one to notice. Someone suddenly said in an urgent voice: "Guys, someone's in our files!"
"Kenny, calm down," Danny commanded calmly, taking a deep breath himself. "The IP's from a guy somewhere around here. Its not the FBI."
Kenny glanced over, then shook his head. "Not? Think he's maybe another skilled hacker then?"
"Considering the blocks we've got up..." Danny started typing rapidly. "Let's fix the security hole that allowed the guy into our network," Danny said. "And then... Kill him. He could give information to the FBI and get us all incarcerated."
"Kill him?" Kenny looked a little surprised. "But- man, why waste it? If he's got such a clever mind, lets try and recruit him first. I mean, we can turn him off if he says no, so..."
Danny didn't respond. Fixing the bug, he began a search, trying to find the person's IP. Shortly, as he scanned over the results, he made his decision. "I'll give him a call. We'll see what happens after."
"A call? How..." Kenny glanced over, then facepalmed. "Oh right, you found his phone number. Sorry."
Danny didn't bother to answer. Quickly creating a throw-away Skype account, he made the call. He leaned back in his chair, waiting.

Andy was stunned when he was suddenly blocked again. Dang it...brow furrowed, he was about to start poking around again, when his phone suddenly started ringing. He glanced at it, noting the unfamiliar number. Debating a moment, he picked it up, tossing it between his hands. On the eighth ring, he opened it up and held it up.
"Tsunama here."

[Smittyblack]

((Really long post, might get a little messy. I don't know how else to do this, though, without going really slowly.))

((Edit: Never mind. I actually am gonna split these into two posts (this post, and another after your next post). They'll both be long though...))








Calvin


”You must stay within a thirty-mile radius of the court.”

Calvin sighed as he looked at the motel with disgust. It was a place rats came to feed and only prostitutes and low-lifes came to stay. The filthy, battered– but still legible– sign out front was clearly labeled "Brenton Motel", named after the street it was placed on. It was two stories tall, with rooms on each floor, and the building went in a "U" shape to wrap around a pool in the back. The pool was a sickly green color, and the water was starting to become a gelatinous substance instead of a liquid, while a black wired fence went around the perimeter of the pool area. Nobody even went close to that thing, not even the rats. The rooms were in a state of despair; the tacky floral wallpaper was peeling, the white carpets were gray and the white ceilings were yellow. A person was lucky to have a bed not infested with fleas, lice, or bedbugs, or even clean sheets. The small bathroom that came with each room was in bad shape as well, with the pipes constantly backed up, the toilets looking as if they hadn't been cleaned in years, and a bathtub with the same kind of grime.

There was nothing Calvin could do. It was the only place he could afford at the moment with most of his accounts still frozen. And it was the only place within the thirty-mile radius rule he had to consent to. He wasn’t allowed to leave the boundaries, they would know right away by the small computer chip that he had gotten planted in the back of his neck as a part of his parole agreement. It could only be removed after exactly one year, the date his parole was up. He was stuck within the city of New York with no way out and no good place to stay until his accounts were given back to him. He figured that wouldn’t happen until after he was off parole and the police realize there was no evidence they could use against him to put him back in jail.

”There will be no technology that can access the internet in your household or in your possession at any time.”


Calvin had only one box to move into the motel. It was just a cardboard box with a few possessions they were willing to let him have back from his house that had been liquidated while he was in prison, due to his lack of house payments. Among those possessions was a small wad of money, which he had used to go out and buy himself a few books on the latest changes in technology and programming languages. They said he couldn’t have technology– they didn’t say anything about reading about the new technology. He had been in prison for three years; he had to catch up somehow.

He walked into the building and sat the box next to the grimy bed and looked around the place. If only he had the money, he could easily get the place at least looking better and be in livable conditions. He already had to find himself a job and keep budgeting the money was allowed to access to get food and other necessities.

”You will report to me every Friday at five o’clock and you will be subjected to random house visits that will require you to be tested for drugs and alcohol.”

Calvin didn’t even use the stuff. He hated alcohol and he didn’t have any interest in drugs. He worked only with technology, and now he wasn’t even allowed that. He would have to find a job as a waiter or a busboy since his college degrees were all technology-based.

He was a young man, in his late twenties now, and he was only five foot five inches and a rather skinny guy. He had messy, sandy blonde hair that was long enough to go into his eyes and sometimes irritate him a lot, but he never really thought about taking the time to get a haircut until it was too long for him to handle. His eyes were a deep blue, and usually the showed no emotion, but when it came to computers and programming they had a bright shine in them. He was a very intelligent man, but he made his business in different ways than what was considered to be moral or legal.

Calvin just grabbed one of the thick programming books and sat down on the bed to read for a while, until he figured out what he was going to do.

Just then, the telephone on the night table beside Calvin rang. "H-Hello?" Calvin answered. Who could possibly be calling him?

"Calvin Martin?" A woman’s voice said. It was a familiar voice. It was…

"Agent Eva Martinez?" Calvin said. "Agent Martinez, the agent who caught me and—"

"About that," Eva said. "The FBI is willing to make a deal with you."

"I’m listening."


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Eva



"There’s a new hacker causing trouble," Eva said, fingering her earpiece. "A hacker even more difficult to catch than you were."

"And?" Calvin asked.

"And," Eva said, "we need your help to catch him."

"And... the deal?" Calvin asked.

"You help us catch the new hacker, we set you free. Kind of. Not totally free, but freer than you are now. You’re still forbidden from using the internet and whatnot."

"Hm… But I can be a regular person in society then?"

"Well, seeing as how to most of society the internet is pretty big," Eva said, "not ‘regular.’ But, other than that, yes."

"Okay," Calvin said. "I guess I’ll do it. Beats staying in this disgusting hotel."

"Great," Eva said. "I'll be there to pick you up in a few."

"I'll be waiting," Calvin said, smiling, and hung up.

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Eva put her helmet on and mounted her motorcycle. The helmet’s visor immediately lit up and a holographic interface appeared.

"GPS," Eva said, "Brenton Motel." The interface rearranged itself to display a small GPS in the bottom left corner, just big enough for Eva to understand perfectly, while the rest of the screen cleared up for Eva to keep her eyes on the road.

Soon, Eva arrived at the hotel. She put her motorcycle key in her pocket and stepped off the bike, removing her helmet.

Immediately, the hotel’s various stenches filled Eva’s nostrils and she gagged, but she set her helmet on her motorcycle seat and continued onwards to the hotel anyways.

"Calvin Martin," Eva said to the concierge, flashing her FBI badge. "What room is he in?" The concierge lead Eva up to Calvin’s room, swiping his card in the door. Eva nodded in thanks and pushed the door open.

"Agent Martinez!" Calvin exclaimed, immediately leaping up from his bed and throwing a backpack over his shoulder. "Fantastic!" He said with a cheesy, overly happy smile and tone, then his voice went monotone to add, "Now get me out of here."

"In a minute," Eva said. "I rode my motorcycle here; no room for you. Some cars are coming for you."

“Some cars? I’m a hacker, not a mass murderer. What do you think I’m going to do?”

"I know you can't do anything," Eva laughed sarcastically. "Security measures or something. But let's wait outside. This place is disgusting."

Calvin nodded and followed Eva outside. Soon, two black cars arrived. A man got out of one of the cars and took Calvin’s bag, handcuffed him, and opened the back door for him.

"All right," Eva said. "I’ll meet you guys at the office in a few minutes." She got on her motorcycle and zoomed away.







((There we go... And I'm gonna add "Eva" to my other posts now. When I started writing this as a book, chapters alternated between Eva's and Calvin's points of view. If you and I put this into book format, it could go between Eva, Calvin, Danny, and Andy heheh. Or if I made this into a cartoon, scenes could switch between the characters.

Oh yeah, that reminds me, I haven't asked-- Would you be all right with me using what you write and making this project into a cartoon at some point in the future?

Okay, enough OOC now. Wrote a lot more here than I expected...))

[Wolfsong]

(No prob whatsoever. I think that would be awesome XD
As for the characters, I was about to switch to that point of view, since it'd be easier to keep track of those two XD)




"Andy Tsunama?" he said, his voice modified to a much deeper tone. He didn't fully trust that this guy might not be FBI after all. "I noticed...you trespassed into my computer network. You breached my security. That's illegal. You fully realize what that means."
"What, you'll turn me in?" Andy asked with a small grin. "I notice you have my phone number."
Danny smiled faintly. "Actually, I'm impressed. You found a flaw in my programming I myself could not find. That makes you either very dangerous, or quite valuable. So I'm here to offer you a proposition. You can join me, or you can die," he said bluntly.
Andy bit his tongue, trying not to laugh. Sweet stars, was he for real? "Way to be melodramatic, dude," he thought, struggling to give no hint that he was laughing. "Just what kind of job are you offering me?" he asked. Quickly, he jumped to his keyboard, typing fast.
Danny hesitated a moment. "I'm sure you can guess, I'm a hacker with...influence...in this city. And as you've invaded my networks, you may join, or you may die. Its entirely up to you."
For a few minutes, Andy debating pushing this man's buttons to the max. His death threats Andy refused to take seriously, though he doubted he was lying about the hacker part, though major or no awaited to be seen.
He paused a moment, then smiled. "Awaited to be seen" he had thought. Apparently his mind had already made itself up for him.
"Tell ya what," he drawled. "You pick a place to meet up. If I decide I like the look of you, I'll tag along." He wondered if playing casual was entirely a good idea. But then, until the tracer he had working located this call, he was grasping at shadows. It appeared to be located somewhere nearby, though. His curiosity was definitely piqued.
"So....one question." He glanced at the screen. "If I take this job...what sort of equipment do ya got?"
Just a little bit longer....aw, dang it. He studied the screen in agitation. The blocks were incredible. Sighing, he set to work again.
Danny's eyes widened slightly when he heard that sigh. Thinking fast, he realized what Andy had to be trying to do. "Its better than anything you've got," he replied vaguely. Thinking a moment, he said, "There's a small park between the major highways. I assume you know it? I'll meet you there. Remember, if I decide I can't trust you, I will kill you. Are we clear?"
Andy burst out laughing.
"Dude, whoever you are, you're paranoid! Attack you? What the heck do you think I am, FBI? You're either in pretty awful deep, or you're just scared." Shaking his head, he replied, "But hey, I'm fine with the park. See ya shortly." and he hung up.
He stared at the wall a few minutes, thinking. Quite an interesting conversation, that was. Now he really was curious to see who the heck Mr. Paranoid was. Not that being paranoid was bad, mind you, particularly if you'd dipped your hands in the big stuff petty deep. Still, that constant join-or-die was melodramatic and silly. If the guy even showed, he would be sure to tell him that.
"Whelp," he said with a small smile. "Time to hit the road." His motorcycle was in the garage. If he took a few short-cuts, he'd arrive in a few minutes. Grinning, he stood up and left the room.

[Smittyblack]

Calvin


Calvin watched through the window of the car as Agent Martinez sped away on her motorcycle.

"Hey," he said to the driver. "How am I supposed to put my seat belt on with these cuffs on?"

The agent sighed, unbuckling his own seat belt and getting out of the car to buckle Calvin's seatbelt.
Then he went back to the driver seat.

"Thanks, big guy," Calvin said. "Don’t forget to buckle yourself in, buddy." Calvin chuckled.

Soon, they pulled up to the HQ, or whatever the place was. The station, the office, Calvin wasn’t sure. The agent helped Calvin out of the car and walked him to Eva, then left with Calvin’s backpack.
"Whatever," Calvin said. "It was just clothes. So, Agent Martinez, what now?"

"Now," Eva said, "you follow me to my office so I can run you through the case."

Calvin nodded, and followed Eva into the building after she opened the door, scanning a chip in the palm of her hand onto the wall beside it.

There were counters on both sides of the doors. Security guards or something. There was an elevator at the other side of the room, with soda and snack machines nearby.
Eva lead Calvin into the elevator, pointing her gun at him the whole way up. “For security,” she said.

"Yeah, yeah," Calvin said. "I know. So, have you found anything out at all about the hacker yet?"

"Nope," Eva said. "None of my programs can find anything about him. It’s crazy."

"Yeah," Calvin said. "Especially since your programs traced me, and I thought I was pretty good... So he’s harder to trace than I was. Interesting. So, if he’s a better hacker than I, what makes you think I can find him?"

"Why shouldn’t you be able to?" Eva said. "And it doesn’t mean he’s a better hacker if I can’t catch him as easily as I caught you. He could be using different techniques or-- Adding any extra computer experts to the team will help us catch him."

Calvin nodded. "I guess that's true."

When the elevator doors opened, Eva looked at Calvin, then at the door, signalling for him to leave first. He understood, and listened. Then Eva stepped out of the elevator, close behind, her gun still pointed at him.

Eva lowered the gun, hesitated, then holstered it. “I don’t need my gun anymore. There’re hundreds of agents in here,” she said. “Try something and you’ll be dead within seconds," she added, using fear as power over Calvin.

Calvin nodded, following Eva to her office.