Who: James Buchanan Barnes What: A little light hacking When: Thursday night after this Rating: Green
Bucky was reasonably sure that no one was aware of the full scope of his training. When he'd described the other Winter Soldiers to Steve and Wilson, most of their abilities were things he was also capable of, and among those was infiltrating information systems. He did a little research and applied for a job as a janitor in a building that housed a few small manufacturing businesses, all primarily Russian-owned. The building owner was also Russian, and a short fictional sob story about family 'back home' was enough to smooth over some of the formalities. That was all he needed to gain access.
Security was extremely limited, and finding a computer that didn't appear on any of the sparse internal cameras wasn't difficult. At that point, it was fairly straight forward. The passwords were in Russian, and that was about all the security they felt they needed. Once he was into the local terminal, and into their servers, he was able to navigate his way into the Department of Motor Vehicles.
Cracking through there was much more difficult, and he didn't want to disappear from the cameras for too long, so he made an appearance vaccuuming around the various offices. Cleaning them was quick and easy, but he took his time, stretching it out to give him the longest amount of time to access what he needed to access. No one was tracking him. No one was expecting him, so he had almost unlimited time. He wanted to get it over and done with in one night, however. He didn't feel like making a career of emptying trash cans if he could help it.
He uploaded his and Rumlow's photos and filled out the data fields on the back end of their system. He'd already come up with fake names and details. For himself, he took the name James Falsworth, and he gave Rumlow the name Alex Burgess as a subtle nod to one of the few films he'd managed to see when he was on the run, about a very violent character who was forced to reform against his will. He filled in fake birthdates. He chose his youngest sister's month and day, thinking it would be easier to remember, although he had no difficulty remembering every detail of his life in the recent past.
The addresses were more complicated. He'd scoped out a building with easily accessible mail delivery, and his plan was to track the mail carrier every day in a reasonable time frame for receiving their licenses. He still wasn't certain that all of his efforts would succeed, but if they did, they would be all but untraceable. Finally, he submitted the forms, which would trigger the automated creation of the licenses. He painstakingly erased any evidence of his interaction with the server or the local terminal. He dusted off the keyboard (though he'd worn latex gloves anyway), and finished cleaning the offices.