USN Bureau of IA
EBCDIC Time
Part 9
Three weeks after Basra was destroyed . . .
The large file servers that are the Internet that are located in the United States, Canada, Japan, and Western Europe all have Ables connected to them directly at their hubs. The Ables are searching for any information that can lead to who had detonated the bomb. The investigation has turned up troubling information. Isotope evidence leads to the suspicion that the bomb was well constructed, and had plutonium as a component. It was a fission only bomb.
The Ables are ripping through the net with blinding speed and finding nothing. They invade telephone systems, telex, and read faxes. Twelve hours later after busting through many many fire walls and invading every system they could reach.
"Twenty-nine, what do you think?" ask Admiral Edmond.
"Admiral, we have entered every system we can reach. The only conclusion is that it was done by an organization with tight security, or done by someone in the Asian void."
"Asia Void?" ask the Admiral.
"Oh Sorry Admiral, North Korea."
"North Korea?"
"Well Admiral, North Korea is a big digital void in Asia. We have more access in Rwanda, Mongolia, even the south pole."
"Very well Mr. Twenty-nine," says the Admiral. He is getting used to talking to Ables. He wasn't sure at first, but are working out fine.
An upper floor of a skyscraper in Manhattan, an executive on the phone with a contractor . . .
"General Zhou, you promised us a larger work force at the plant."
He listens to the General then replies, "What do you mean that you don't have enough prisoners in your prison, go out and arrest somebody!" the executive listens to the reply when the General trails off and he hears the telephone hit the floor, some indecipherable mandarin, a screech, then the dial tone.
CIA reconnaissance control room, four minutes later . . .
"What the Hell?!?" shouts an agent at a monitor. He looks up and calls to the watch officer, "Barry we just had a large flash in Beijing!"
"What?" he hops up out of his desk and runs over to the agent.
"Here it is," the agent touches his screen with a sensor, "Damn its a nuke in central Beijing!"
From across the room, "Geostationary number 7 has it too!"
Another: "East Asia radio ease dropping concurs on a powerful EMP in North eastern China in the vicinity of Beijing."
Barry Wesson turns to his desk, wipes the sweat off his face and picks up the phone to the director.
EBCDIC Time
Part 9
Three weeks after Basra was destroyed . . .
The large file servers that are the Internet that are located in the United States, Canada, Japan, and Western Europe all have Ables connected to them directly at their hubs. The Ables are searching for any information that can lead to who had detonated the bomb. The investigation has turned up troubling information. Isotope evidence leads to the suspicion that the bomb was well constructed, and had plutonium as a component. It was a fission only bomb.
The Ables are ripping through the net with blinding speed and finding nothing. They invade telephone systems, telex, and read faxes. Twelve hours later after busting through many many fire walls and invading every system they could reach.
"Twenty-nine, what do you think?" ask Admiral Edmond.
"Admiral, we have entered every system we can reach. The only conclusion is that it was done by an organization with tight security, or done by someone in the Asian void."
"Asia Void?" ask the Admiral.
"Oh Sorry Admiral, North Korea."
"North Korea?"
"Well Admiral, North Korea is a big digital void in Asia. We have more access in Rwanda, Mongolia, even the south pole."
"Very well Mr. Twenty-nine," says the Admiral. He is getting used to talking to Ables. He wasn't sure at first, but are working out fine.
An upper floor of a skyscraper in Manhattan, an executive on the phone with a contractor . . .
"General Zhou, you promised us a larger work force at the plant."
He listens to the General then replies, "What do you mean that you don't have enough prisoners in your prison, go out and arrest somebody!" the executive listens to the reply when the General trails off and he hears the telephone hit the floor, some indecipherable mandarin, a screech, then the dial tone.
CIA reconnaissance control room, four minutes later . . .
"What the Hell?!?" shouts an agent at a monitor. He looks up and calls to the watch officer, "Barry we just had a large flash in Beijing!"
"What?" he hops up out of his desk and runs over to the agent.
"Here it is," the agent touches his screen with a sensor, "Damn its a nuke in central Beijing!"
From across the room, "Geostationary number 7 has it too!"
Another: "East Asia radio ease dropping concurs on a powerful EMP in North eastern China in the vicinity of Beijing."
Barry Wesson turns to his desk, wipes the sweat off his face and picks up the phone to the director.
