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A self-confessed scriptkiddie, Taik Hobson wears many hats, not all of them necessarily green.
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Fifteen miles south of Egilsstaðir, Sindri pulls over, his grin suddenly a happy thing compared with the bleak landscape outside the window.
Right. Looks no different from half an hour before, but to exit the engagement I return the smile and congratulate the father-to-be. A chatterbox, Sindri’s probably told me more than he should. I mean, married men going on about their sisters-in-law? That’s just odd.
I hop out of the truck and, watching it turn a corner, fish a compass from my jacket pocket and a map from my knapsack. Then south. Start walking. Be a good hour before the birch and snow thin out.
Blending in — it’s what hackers do. First rules, almost. Meeting street stares in Nairobi but never in Fukuoka; broadcasting it in LA but pitching down in Leipzig — something like that, but in a system. And behind a desk. No good if you can see me. For the attack, bring little: use whatever’s at hand. Live off the land, strike from the blindspots — from a system’s memory, say. If they ever catch on, I’m well in the past.
Active recon is a whole different set-up, of course, and staying invisible calls for different conditions.
That’s not a problem. The only other person who’s been in and out of Skýborg wouldn’t datum when I hit her up. Least I think it’s a her. Could be that calling ID handle √^}° a ‘guerilla hat’ — all effect, no elegance — backfired, and I shouldn’t’ve pitched it as Us vs Them. But with less than a week between Skýborg getting decommissioned and the job coming in there wasn’t more time to nose around. Never got to the ransomware business, either.
Large black squares breach the snow after the trees clear out, all nine laid flat in the space of a football field. American. Tall stick figures cross the white and that’s my signal to play it cool. Trust the conditions. The C-Skin makes it easier — had it on since Reykjavík — and crossing the perimeter I go from blue-eyed, square-jawed Icelandic youth to ebony anthropoid, complete with pulsing orb in the forehead. Instant authentication.
Security for a decommissioned cloud data centre, that’s odd, right?