weird_tech (weird_tech) wrote in willowbrookrpg, @ 2014-01-22 20:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, brian ruggles, conall clancy, day: [backdated], nikolai mason, player: chelsea, player: mango, player: sarah |
Who: Conall Clancy, Brian Ruggles, and Nikolai Mason
What: Recruiting the Ghost in the machine
When: Approximately 4 years ago
Where: somewhere in India
Rating: Medium? Depending on how forceful the recruiting party wants to be.
Status: Closed; Incomplete
Conall knew better than to ask questions. That was part of security - discretion. You did your job and paid no mind to the fact that your client was not the most upstanding member of society. Thus far, Conall had been lucky. He hadn't seen much to raise questions. But that all changed yesterday. someone had launched a pretty sophisticated attack on their client's network, and while the ginger had done his job well and kept the hacker from gaining access, he had also hacked the hacker (yes, he enjoyed that part of his job - maybe he liked to show off a little). And it was way more than he ever wanted to know. Personnel files, mission data, and on and on. Conall was totally freaking now - had he hacked some government agency (so very not cool)? What if it was a private firm? What, seriously, was their client into? Because those personnel files... were not normal. Unless some random comic book fan had gotten a little carried away in creating their role-playing backstory, and had also decided to do some heavy duty hacking... Yeah. This was deep shit.
Of course, none of that was in the official report. The official report just recounted the attempted hacking and Conall's successful prevention of said breach. The very same report, in fact, that Conall was trying to get out of his mind, having gone out for drinks with some others of his team who had the night off, too. His mind kept going back to it, in spite of the booze, and the man left early, and alone, buying one last round for his friends before calling it quits. "Drink up," he said, throwing his cash down for his tab, pausing to look at the pictures of his niece and nephew he kept in his wallet, before heading out, head slightly buzzed with alcohol and deep thoughts. It was a long, dark walk back to the compound, but it was familiar. Conall could handle himself. He wasn't worried.
But maybe he was being over-sure of himself.