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April's POV
Not a virus. Not a malware.
A ransomware. [Google says "a type of malicious software designed to block access to a computer system until a sum of money is paid."]
A ransomware attack on US intelligence data.
All access to database held up.
To regain it, we need a key for decryption, which we have no idea of.
A key sold for money...a ransom...
There was no way I was believing this at first glance.
Mainly, by seeing the email that was last intercepted by the processors.
"Okay, yall have tough CVs that made the CIA think you would fit in here so therefore one of you please use your expertise and explain the head or tail of what we are looking at on that VT" Daniel called out to the fellow analysts, sarcasm dripping in his voice and face as he pointed at the VT showing the email. No one made a sound as I silently expected.
We were supposed to be looking at an email written in the 21st century which supposedly sent a ransomware in to the CIA database? I had to question myself as I frowned at the VT, utterly lost.
To: AmericanFowl@chmail .com
When the eagle gets the reptile, it will eat every rib. Americans wear less but they love to dress holy. All what you want is a manual.
Best regards from a piece of steak
"Someone's five year old has been let loose near a computer"
"A five year old? Talking about American fashion?"
"You know the kiddos these days...I have one waiting back at home. He cusses at stupid drivers for me and he just turned six" Some analysts were sharing ideas out loud while reading the email.
"It might be the Dad's genes"
One analyst cleared his throat loudly.
"Alright, folks. This thing is in a darn code"
"Huh?"
All three of us turned to look at the analyst who spoke.
"How the hell is it in code?" Daniel snapped a little quick.
The analyst had a smug smile. "Well, depends on the user."
"Huh?"
"You know when you have classified words of communication between each other and use that in dialogue? Like we call the Director as James Bald when he's being bit of a prat?"
"In an email?"" Daniel snapped again amidst the soft chuckles.
"Well, someone obviously didn't have the guts to trust us after what happened with Snowden and still thinks we snoop on everything."
"He's got a point" Glenda hissed, pulling her lips to a pout.
Daniel looked at the analyst, Zac Coleman, for a moment too long enough to make him frown.
"Now what?"
"How did you come up with that?" The analyst looked flummoxed at Daniel's words.
"How did I come- ? I swear to god, you just told us to use our brains. So I remembered how I sent a coded email like this to my ex"
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CIA : Its not what you think
Mystery / Thriller. . "Pain...is beautiful" "I never saw it that way" The words had already tumbled out of my mouth. "Yeah, it's a different angle of seeing it." He answered smoothly. "What made you look at it that way?" He drew in a deep breathe as he stared at the...
