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Unconventional Warfare. Don Pendleton
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isbn 9781472084040
Автор произведения Don Pendleton
Жанр Морские приключения
Серия Gold Eagle
Издательство HarperCollins
“Something to remember Managua by,” Schwarz said loudly.
“Oh, that was great acting,” Lyons muttered, walking forward.
“Thank you. Thank you very much.”
“Did you get it?” Lyons asked.
“You mean, tall, skinny and corpse-looking?” Blancanales asked. “You betcha. I’ll see what Aaron’s crew can do with it.” He hit a button and fired off the short video clip to a secure server service that would eventually feed it into Stony Man.
Stony Man Farm, Virginia
THE EMAIL TRAVELED with digital speed through security links and into Carmen Delahunt’s computer. Seeing the priority message beeping an alert, she quickly raised her sensory-glove-encased hand to her left and pantomimed clicking on the link with a finger. Inside the screen of her VR uplink helmet the short cell phone video played out.
“Just got something from Pol,” she said. “They want an ID on what appears to be a civilian who’s buddy-buddy with Nicaraguan law-enforcement officials.”
From behind her in the Annex’s Computer Room Aaron Kurtzman’s gruff voice instructed, “Send it over to Hunt’s station. His link to the Roadrunner is more configured to that kind of search than your infiltration and investigation research algorithms.”
The head of the Stony Man cyberteam referred to the blade farm IBM Roadrunner supercomputer used as the primary workhorse of the Farm. The IBM Roadrunner was considered the fastest supercomputer in the world, though Kurtzman, much like the NSA, preferred using a Blue Gene/L archetype for defensive counterhacking operations. The Stony Man Roadrunner model was every bit as efficient as the one in Las Alamos Laboratories, provided them digital espionage options equal to any agency in the American government or overseas.
Tapping the stem of a briarwood pipe against his teeth, Professor Huntington Wethers froze the video image on a single shot, then transported it to a separate program designed to identify the anatomical features on the picture then translate them into a succinct binary code. He ran the program four times to include variables for age, angle and articulation, then ran a blending-sum algorithm to predict changes for bad photography, low light and resolution obscurity. He grunted softly before firing off double emails of the completed project, one back to Carmen Delahunt and the other to Akira Tokaido.
“There you go,” Wethers said. “I would suggest simultaneous phishing with a wide-base server like Interpol and something more aimed, like Nicaraguan intelligence.”
“Dibs on Nicaraguan intel,” Tokaido called out.
The youngest member of the Stony Man cyberteam slouched in his chair using only his fingertips to control the mouse pads on two separate laptops.
“That’s just crap,” Delahunt replied. “I already have a trapdoor built into Interpol. Dad, Akira’s stealing all the fun stuff!”
“Children, behave,” Kurtzman growled. “Or I’ll make you do something really boring like checking CIA open agency sources like your uncle Hunt is doing.”
“Your coffeepot is empty, Bear,” Wethers replied, voice droll.
“What?” Kurtzman sat up in his wheelchair and twisted around to look at the coffeemaker set behind his workstation. To his relief he saw the pot was still half full of the jet-black liquid some claimed flowed through his veins instead of blood.
“Every time, Bear. I get you every time,” Wethers chided.
“That’s because some things aren’t funny,” Kurtzman said. “I expect such antics from a kid like Akira, but you’re an esteemed professor, for God’s sake. I expect you to comport yourself with decorum.”
“Brother Bear,” Wethers said, his fingers flying across his keyboard, “if you ever did run out of coffee you’d just grind the beans in your mouth.”
“Bear drinks so much coffee,” Delahunt added, her hands still wildly pantomiming through her VR screen, “that Hector Valdez named his donkey after him.”
“Bear drinks so much coffee he answers the door before people knock,” Tokaido added. He appeared to be hardly moving at his station, which meant he was working at his most precise.
Stony Man mission controller Barbara Price walked into the Computer Room just in time to catch Tokaido’s comment. Without missing a beat the honey-blonde former NSA operations officer added a quip of her own.
“Bear drinks so much coffee he hasn’t blinked since the last lunar eclipse.”
Kurtzman coolly lifted a meaty hand and gave a thumbs-down gesture. Deadpan, he blew the assembled group a collective raspberry. “Get some new material—those jokes are stale, people.”
“Bear drinks so much coffee it never has a chance to get stale,” Delahunt said calmly. She tapped the air in front of her with a single finger and added; “Ortega, Dan—”
“Daniel,” Tokaido simultaneously chorused with the redheaded ex-FBI agent.
“Of the General Counterintelligence Agency,” Wethers finished for them. All humor was gone from his voice now. “The Nicaraguan military intelligence agency.”
Sensing the tension immediately, Price turned toward Kurtzman. “What does this mean for Able?”
Kurtzman pursed his lips and sighed. “Trouble.”
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