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Caldwell awoke at the crack of dawn. For a while he thought he was still in his capsule hotel in Angel. He almost expected to see an LCD ting down his credit but all he could see was the blink of LEDs on the various items of eleics scattered around the suite. No nightmares this time and he felt he had enjoyed his best sleep, a deeply satisfying interval of dreamless black, in a long while. He showered and ged into black slacks and a white linen shirt with no collar. The shirt was a size too small. He pressed an arrow on the lapel and the fabric stretched to a more fortable fit.The elegant forty-something woman who Caldwell found out had mahe daily goings on at The Mansion for close to twenty years had seen to it that new clothes had been brought u?o his suite. By whom, Caldwell had no idea but there was a small staiscellaneous fashion bags with names like G.O.D., Izzue, Joyd Shanghai Tang stacked in one er of the suite. He hadn’t bothered to open all of them.
The suite was prised of a large bedroom with a king-sized waterbed and en-suite bathroom, a small study with a black Great Wall putronics sole and monitor and a living area with two sofas and an Amoi plasma s on the wall. It was one of those plasmas that tilted to follow your line of vision, an old innovation that Caldwell personally found stupid.
He went down to breakfast. Mei Lin was already there in the dining room. Her face was inscrutable but as usual she looked stunning. Her hair ulled ba a ponytail and her eyes enhanced with the fai of black mascaras. Caldwell suspected she had made some extra eff. for his be but that could have been his ego talking. He thought she could have dohout the mascara but try telling that to a girl, probably your first love and the love of your life, who had spent most of her adult life thinking you were a shit. She was wearing a red loose-fitting shirt, black slacks aallic gray pumps. Breakfast was hot pe and strong black coffee.
After breakfast she showed him the grounds of the house. There were altogether five self-tained private suites, several on living spaces, a gym and a library. These guys seemed to love their gyms, a fact probably related to some personal hang up of Fouler’s. Caldwell figured that if you spent most of your waking life in front of a sole you’d need easy access to a gym were you could reverse muscle wastage. There were also several offices to one side of the house.
He was surprised to learn that the solemn woman was De Witte’s wife and that she was in fact a Japanese who had spent most of her w life in Hong Kong, with somewhat infrequent visits to her native Japan. They had met whete joined HYDRA Hong Kong. He’d been dismissed from the British Army for failing to turn up to the barracks after a drunken night oown. The woman’s name was Kumiko. They had a son Dante who he had met briefly at breakfast. Dante was w as an intern in the Systems Department having just finished high school a few months earlier. He was a good-looking Eurasian kid, with a shock of brown curly hair and a mischievous look in his oriental eyes. Caldwell identified with him immediately.
Getting into the Operations Room was like getting into Fort Knox. Several fingerprint, body and iris ss and multiple codes later they found themselves in a steel-reinforced room with more soles and displays.９9ｌｉｂ.han he had ever seen, except perhaps in his memory of the puter room at HYDRA HQ in London. The Operations Room was empty except for Dante De Witte.
“Cad, man, I’ve set up a workspace for you and Mei Lihere,” the boy said, pointing to one side of the room where an ergonomic multifun desk had bee up.”
“Thanks Dante.”
“If you need anything, gloves, goggles, cyberspace hook-up just let me know. It’s all wireless anyway so as long as you are wireless<s>?</s>-friendly you are ready to go.” The kid obviously loved his job. He was a geek like Caldwell. Mei Lin looked at them as though they were two kids at Toys-R-Us.
“Won’t be needing that. This thing has direct satellite links to cyberspace,” Caldwell said tapping Kenzo’s sole under his arm.
“Sweet,” Dante said, whistling as he went out the door.
Mei Lin and Caldwell sat at the worktop in two padded leather chairs. She pulled a long thin rec device from her pocket and fiddled with it while Caldwell set up the sole. He plugged in the goggle and gloves and dohem. Mei Lin spoke something into the device.
Caldwell cracked his knuckles, stretched and pressed the button on the front that was flush with the sole’s sleek black body. A green light came on as though it appeared from nowhere. A burst of activity in the LEDs as the sole paihe s on his retina and another on the worktop. Caldwell tapped on the keyboard, feeling the tactile sensation of the keys through the gloves. He logged on to his base. There were two messages. One was from Glyph. Caldwell heart stopped. Glyph had returned from the grave. And then he remembered that it robably because Kat was using one of Glyph’s messaging applications.
Hey Cad,
Hope you arrived safely in Hong Kong. Let me know.
Love,
Kat
Caldwell sent Kat a quick reply:
Kat,
Arrived safely. All’s going acc to plan.
Best,
C.C.
He fired up the other message. Caldwell froze in his chair. Mei Li in further to see the tents of the message.
Subject: I AM WATG YOU
Cad Caldwell,
I know who you are. I am watg, om. I know what you are up to. For your long-term health, I implore you to cease a. I ot be held responsible for the sequences.
“Who the hell could that be from?” Caldwell asked aloud.
“What is it?”
“Some anonymous threat message. Let me check the eleic trail.”
Caldwell hacked into the messaging server of his base provider in Mumbai, India. He had do so many times that it had bee sed nature. He drilled down into the messages, found his last message and sed the message headers. The header of the anonymous message suggested that it had e from Russia.
“Sent from Russia, this is not making any sense,” he said to nobody in particular.
“Could be a relay. A mask. An anonymizer.” Mei Lin suggested.
“Most likely.”
It took Caldwell all of two mio breach the Russian server the message claimed to be ing from. He pulled up the message logs and within seds found the entry for the message. It hadn’t inated in Russia at all. It was a relayed message sent from a domain in New a.
“The in is in New a.”
“Let me see,” Mei Lin said. Caldwell passed the goggles over to her. He started to hato the New a message server, sending in a low level password sniffing<q>..</q> bot. Caldwell was attempting to crack the messaging server by brute force but nothing seemed to be happening. He flipped to his base and checked on his small army of bots. They are all there except for the password bot. It had disappeared from the database.
“But that’s impossible. The IDEs have traced my password bot and killed it iabase.”
“There is a ring of low level IDEs and ICEs surrounding the entire ese portion of cyberspace, some of the best in the world. They practically ied the cept of intrusion terattack. Try another one.”
Caldwell sent in another bot. This one was slightly more sophisticated. Whereas the previous one made no attempt to hide its prese was a low level password bot that sniffed around open ports, the current bot was a Trojan that attempted to mimi ordinary user. It sed surrounding traffi the periphery of the messaging server fenuine messaging requests and hijacked any user found. IDEs were usually written that genuine users may have problems imputing the correct password. Caldwell flipped to his base. All his bots had disappeared.
“Shit. My bots are all gone. Destroyed,” Caldwell said, his mind incapable of articulating anything else at that particular moment.
“How did that happen?”
“Probably traced the sed bot and realized it was ibase. It was just a matter of sending in a remote query and wiping the eabase.”
“Do you have a backup?”
“Yes, I do but those bots are not going to cut it. you imagihis is just an ordinary messaging server in New a and the IDEs are this sophisticated? How the hell are we going to find a secret work where the IDEs must make this one look like child’s play?”
“That’s why you’re the man for the job. Actually, we don’t have time for this. We better get crag on this mysterious work,” Mei Lin said.
“Oh we are. Something tells me the two are related. Why else would someone in New a sehreatening messages?”
“OK. So what now?”
“I have an idea. What’s the biggest Hong Kong pany data interect links to a?” Caldwell asked, an idea rising in him like a phoenix from its ashes.
“The Newa Eleic Xge & Teleunications Co. Ltd.”
“Long name,” Caldwell observed.
“They like ‘em long in New a. We call it for short. Why?”
“What are the ces of the cyberspace data being sucked into a having gohrough ’s systems?”
“High.”
“Where are their data ters?”
“ower, tral. Why?”
“That’s where we are goi.”
“Pardon me?”
“I o see the logs at . That may tell us where the data went. I attempt to hack them from here but it’ll take too long to break their IDEs. Hong Kong is somewhat of an Achilles heel when it es to proteg the New a works from the outside world sihey need interects with service providers here. I am sure they have some of their best IDEs proteg the systems but if I use an authenticated work terminal that might be quicker.”
“You realize what you are suggesting, right? Security at ower is incredibly tight. To my knowledge it has never been breeched. Getting caught is not an option.”
“I know. Do you have an AR unit?”
“Yeah.”
“And a vehicle equipped with a cyberspace sole?”
“Yes.”
“Great. Then what are we waiting for?”
“Cad, I o talk to Fouler or at least De Witte to authorize this. We are talki here. If you get caught, the fallout will be stratospheric.”
“We’ll be in and out in a matter of minutes. Calling Fouler will only plicate things.”
“You better be sure about this Caldwell.”
“Trust me,” Caldwell said, fixing her with his most intense look. He didn’t even trust himself.
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