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Caldwell watched the text message scroll across the bottom of the AR glasses.“Sorry for the delay I ran into some problems.”
It was Mei Lin. Caldwell couldn’t respond on the unications el without drawing attention to himself but he figured Mei Lin would be able to see him manipulating the Kai Shing blueprints on the sole in the Range Rover. There were five teis in the trol room, which looked like it had a maximum capacity of about thirty. Caldwell figured the other teis were probably still out to lunch or off duty. Many data ters ran a thin roster to save costs. There was a bank of digital iional clocks along the front wall above more displays showing the vital signs of the data ter.
“I know you ’t respond but make it snappy. I just realized that the tral gover facility that broadcasts digital information is just across the road in the Murray building. It’s just a matter of time before they figure somebody is broadcasting on their restricted frequency. It’ll take them all of ten seds to pinpoint my whereabouts. They probably spot me from their window.”
Caldwell resisted the urge to respond and allowed the message to scroll out of sight. He was too close. He walked to a bank of terminals at the front of the trol room. One of the es said Ming Fai in English and traditional ese characters. Caldwell took a wild guess that it was the same Ah Fai colleg a parcel at reception. What were the odds on there being two Ah Fais out of thirty? Slim to none, he figured, although Ah Fai ular Hong Kong name. Caldwell sat down at ay terminal as far away from Ah Fai’s worktop as possible, fag away from the wide glass window giving out to the reception hall. There was aext message from Mei Lin.
“I couldn’t copy the database. They have somehow disabled replications. This is a broadcast directly out of the hack to the Kai Shing system. I am still ected to their system.”
Just what they needed, Caldwell thought. Three possible points of failure. He could get caught trapped in the trol room. Kai Shing could discover that somebody was logged into their building databases or the Hong Kong gover’s Information Services Department could discover Mei Lin broadcasting illegally on their private spectrum. Caldwell started typing on the keyboard of the terminal. The ssaver disappeared to reveal a login prompt. The system９９lｉb. logged users out after a specified time interval. He had to check the blueprints.
“Twe,” Caldwell whispered into the microphone embedded in the glasses looking around to see if he had attracted anyone’s attention. The AR unit blinked, signaling that it was receiving the audio signal. Nothing happened.
“Twe,” he whispered, this time a little louder. Still nothing. He cast a furtive glance around the trol room behind. Everything seemed fine.
“Access blueprint.” Nothing.
“Access blueprint twe.” Nothing happened.
“Tweh floor.” Nothing.
“Shit!”
“Access blueprint twe.” This time Caldwell spoke in tonese. Accessing blueprint for the tweh floor appeared in traditional ese characters.
Bingo. The blueprint for the tweh floor slid out of the stack, spun on its axis and magself several times. He could scroll in any dire simply by moving his head. There was a small otion in the trol room. A group of teis had just ehe room. Ah Fai, the tei who had walked over to the receptionist, was among them. Ah Wah was o be seen. He robably still slumped ioilet. That was the fourth point of failure.
Ah Fai was showing his colleagues something he had just received in the post. By the wolf whistles ing from the back of the room, it sounded like praphy. Caldwell turned his attention to the job at hand. The blueprint was extremely detailed. Caldwell could see is and diagrams for everything from the data cables beh the fl and in the ceiling to the drainage system for the aquarium in the hall. The blueprint showed a thick bunch of cables ing out of the floor and disappearing into a big shaded square in the er of the blueprint. Caldwell gla the er. There was a solid enclosure in the er with a huge black IBM server sitting in there with tons of work cables ing out of the floor and disappearing round the back. It was the size of a large refrigerator.
Caldwell moved his head forward to get closer to the label below the symbol for the server enclosure indicated in the blueprint. The label read: Internal Directory Server. Bingo. Caldwell guessed it was the server that held the usernames and passwords of all employees, the usernames and passwords they used to log into their terminals.
One problem though, the IBM did not have a monitor attached. The teis could probably remotely call the server’s system up from their terminals. Caldwell stood up and walked towards the server. The teis were still looking at Ah Fai’s package. Caldwell stared at the server. It was a monster of a mae. The good thing about these gigantic IBM maes was that they usually had a small LCD text s that indicated what major tasks the mae was currently perf and the status of the mae. Where the hell was it? Any one of the fou<tt></tt>r points of failure could be unraveling that very minute and Caldwell realized it was just a matter of time before the tei in the washroom came to his senses. He o get the hell out of there fast.
There was a sliding cover on the front of the server. Caldwell slid it open to find a yellow LCD s. It read: “Server Idle ...” Caldwell looked behind him. Ah Fai was walking over to his seat. Caldwell preteo be studying the ss above. Ah Fai started logging in to his sole. Caldwell could see him logging in because the IBM’s LCD read: User mf logging in on IP: 2223.2234.0.1... Password: lovebobo4ever ... Authentig ... Authenticated. Server idle ...
“What do you think you are you doing?” a voice asked just behind his shoulder.
Caldwell turned round to see the tei who had unwittingly let him into the trol room just a few minutes earlier. He didn’t give the tei time to react. He was already heading for the door.
“Stop him,” Caldwell heard the tei shout but he was too late. By the time the other teis realized what was happening, Caldwell was just a few strides from the door. They were up on their feet anyway, swivel chairs spinning randomly across the room. Caldwell pressed madly oton in the recess o the trol room doors. The doors slid open, surprising a tei with his hand in the biometric palm reader. As Caldwell rushed to the escalators, the alarm bells were already sounding. On the augmented reality overlay the blueprint for the tweh floor shrank aracted bato the stack. The stack disappeared in a cloud of pixels. A text message scrolled across the blank s.
“I am out of Kai Shing system. Shit has hit the fan here. A Hong Kong Poliit van just pulled up to the building. Get your ass down here quick.” Had Ah Wah e to and souhe alarm?
A sea of silver and purple windbreakers came rushing tow<mark></mark>ards the elevators. The doors opened and closed. Caldwell was in the elevator alone. He hit the ground floor button. He was in the ower lobby a few seds later. Hong Kong Police officers were all over the lobby. Some were swarming into the lifts. Others rushed past him into the elevator mistaking him for a tei. Caldwell gla the large s showing the trol room. It andemonium upstairs. Security guards had materialized from other fluys in windbreakers were pointing at the lifts. The security guard in the lobby was taking all this in on his bank of security monitors like someone engrossed in an a fliobody gave him a sed glahe silver and purple windbreaker roving useful.
Caldwell walked out of ower into blinding sunlight. The Range Rover was sitting out there in the front drive, its engine purring. At least four Hong Kong Police vans were parked right up against the revolving front door. Mei Lin had never been such a wele sight. Caldwell climbed into the passenger seat and they inched slowly out into tral afternoon traffic to avoid suspi.
“Did you get it?” she asked, glang sideways at him with a worried look on her face.
Caldwell was still too shaken to say anything. He simply logged on to cyberspa the Range Rover’s sole and typed in the IP of Ming Fai’s sole. The logo came up with a login prompt below it. Caldwell was now oblivious to everything around him, including Mei Lin and the Hong Kong traffic. He had ehe self-tained world of the hacker. At this precise moment, nothing else mattered. He entered mf as the login username and the tei’s y password: lovebobo4ever. Caldwell found himself remotely logged into Ah Fai’s terminal. He quickly called up a work schema.
Several dozen puter is filled the s, all linked with thin green or red lihe green lines he figured were maes for which Ming Fai had automatic authenticated access. He didn’t need a username and a password to login to those. Caldwell scrolled through the long list of is and found what he was looking for. The data traffiit server. He clicked the i. The user interface of the remote puter appeared in a small window. Caldwell queried the logging database to return data transfer logs for the past month, sorted by size.
“Shit. I was afraid of that.”
“Afraid of what?” Mei Lin asked, w what was going on.
Caldwell tiyping away on the Range Rover’s tiny keyboard. He created a user at on one of the servers owork and theed all log entries relating to his intrusion. He also disabled logging so that the server wouldn’t record his exit.
“ Ming Fai just hacked himself,” Caldwell said to a perplexed Mei Lin as he logged out of the Range Rover’s sole.
“What the hell just happened?” Mei Lin asked, stepping on the gas.
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