Virus Detected

Chapter 4

"This is an emergency warning. Washington D.C is evacuating starting immediately. Any stragglers are at the mercy of Utopía's incoming attack. Grab all property. We are evacuating."
Me and Abby are driving the Chevy Tahoe provided by the Bureau (how did they get us driver's licenses, you cant get them until you're bloody 16 here) with the sirens on. Abby is in the passenger seat having the car's onboard computer broadcast a message over every electronic system in D.C. So... this is what an evacuation is like.
"The program's up"
"What about the people who cant leave?"
"I don't know Noah. Im currently trying to hack the jammer. 256 bit AES. Fuck me why dont ya?"
"We don't have our equipment."
"We have our computers in the trunk. I have the equipment from Harvard, I just need someone to man it."
"Im pulling over Abby."
"Noah we have 56 minutes to evacuate. Is this really such a good idea?"
"It will be once I get the computers running and hack that jammer."
"This had better work Noah..."
"Doesn't it always?"
5 minutes and 7 salvaged car batteries on constant charge later, I had our computers running.
"Abby, drive."
"Trying, but the traffic wont even let me through."
I had the tracking software loaded on my computer. My goal was to offload the files onto my laptop and use the car's inverter to power it. It worked, but this was a new laptop. I had 47 minutes to set it up and hack the program running the jammer.
"Abby, a message just appeared on the laptop's screen."
"How? That Dell is connected to a secure channel."
"Look for yourself"
Its what we feared. Utopía, in the critical infrastructures running the nation. The message on the screen said "¿Dos catorce - años de edad tratando de ganarle la Utopía? Mis amigos, camaradas, sentarse. Esto debería ser bueno. Buena suerte, agentes."
I had no fucking clue what that meant, other than the fucking fact they were talking about us. Catorce means fourteen right? They even mentioned their own name in the message for Christ sake. For all heaven and hell's worth combined, I couldn't figure out what it meant.
"Agent Gonzalez, how are you, minding the evacuation?"
"Other than that good. Anything you need Clark?"
"We booted up the Dell. Utopía is in the system, and its showing us a message in Spanish. Can you translate?"
"Before we worry about that, we need to worry about Utopía being in our infrastructure."
"Well, we need to find out what the message means. I, at least, think it has something to do with us."
"Give me it"
"Pardon my pronounciation, ¿Dos catorce - años de edad tratando de ganarle la Utopía? Mis amigos, camaradas, sentarse. Esto debería ser bueno. Buena suerte, agentes."
"Can you give me and Noah the exact translation mate?"
"Yes. It seems like "Two fourteen-year olds trying to outsmart Utopía? My friends, comrades, sit back. This ought to be good. Good luck, agents." This is worrying. If they know you two are hacking them, and that you are agents with level 5 security passes, you have targets on your heads. Let me get Comey on the line."
"Comey, state your business Gonzalez, Hampton, and Clark."
"We have Utopía in the network. Hampton and Clark just booted up Clark's work Dell to find a message from them. Clark, give it to him."
"Gonzalez probably already knows how badly I butchered it, but here goes. "¿Dos catorce - años de edad tratando de ganarle la Utopía? Mis amigos, camaradas, sentarse. Esto debería ser bueno. Buena suerte, agentes.""
"Direct translation: "Two fourteen-year olds trying to outsmart Utopía? My friends, comrades, sit back. This ought to be good. Good luck, agents." Not sure how worried to be here Director."
"We'll deal with this after the evacuation. I'd rather get these people to safety. Clark, try and hack them through Abby's laptop. I need to see that message and get it through to Homeland."
"How much longer do we have until inpact?"
"By my calculations, approximately 17 minutes and 58 seconds until Russia's missile wipes out D.C."
"We need twenty. Leave that message up on one of those computers. Any other points of impact?"
"Nearest one would be New York, however that might also wipe out Connecticut. Its too late to send it to the deep. No matter what, we could be facing a potential quarantine around the nation."
Abby's computer was just set up and the program loaded.
"Closest trajectory to the ocean would be Hole in The Wall beach, Niantic, CT. If we dont get it far enough in, this whole nation has about 1 day to immigrate if were lucky."
"I can slow the speed, however thats the most I can do without having the ability to break the 256 bit AES encryption. We would have to pay money to get it off the deep web."
"How much?"
"Director we are talking about $500,000. Problem is, we need that money now!"
"Do it."
I think he realizes that was half the funding. However we were out of options. I jumped up my computer to load the deep web. I couldnt trust those Dells. My computer allowed me, and only me (with 1024 bit AES encryption it was unhackable) access. We got the key. I dont think we were prepared for what happened with it.