Thread: Caught [M.Panda + Hahvy]

I've caught you. Alister scanned over the words carefully for a few minutes. It was a rather vague message, really. There were a great deal of things that he could be caught for. If someone was good enough. The message came through an IRC message, directly through to his IP number. He recognized the IP number it came from as belonging to the school. He'd been exploiting the system long enough to memorize the number. For a year, Alister has been working on a little side project tapping into the school's intranet and changing the grades. Of course, he wasn't changing his own. He was a legitimate 4.00 student. However, some of the richer jocks would pay quite a bit of money in order not to be kicked off their respective teams for poor grades. The school district made the poor decision to have all grading done electronically. While they had a secure intranet, it wasn't as secure as they would think. Sometimes, one had to forgo the software, and go right to the hardware. Alister had installed a wireless link to one of the servers in the IT room, piggybacked from every wifi signal from the school to his house. He was impressed that he was caught by the school staff, to be honest. Though, he hadn't secured the operation very well, and worked at it through a system separate from his own. A netbook that was quite expendable if anything came directly back to him. However, the manner in which the message came struck him as odd. A good intentioned person wouldn't have contacted him. They would have just turned in the IP address and washed their hands of the mess. I've caught you. He imagined a child saying it, tauntingly almost. Alister disconnected from his current network and connected to a node further up the piggyback chain and replied to the message. And? The IP number would have been different than the first, but whoever he was talking to likely had that all figured out. Alister stood up and fixed his tie, put on his jacket, grabbed his Blackberry and the netbook and headed out into the cool afternoon air. He lived with his parents who were generally out of town on business, or at least claiming to be anyway. So, Alister grew up on a silver spoon. His computer equipment was all purchased thanks to a generous allowance from his parents to apparently keep him happy. All the money in the world wouldn't fix the fact that he was raised by a nanny and the only time he saw his parents together was whenever they were bitterly arguing about something. The money bought him nice suits and financed a nice car. He decided to walk to the lake, however. It wasn't more than a mile after all. Any more messages would be forwarded to his phone, where the IP would be nearly impossible to trace by an novice, and quite impossible from the computers at the school. Alister walked with slight favor to his left leg, a barely noticeable limp. He was of average height and had a compact medium sized build. He could have easily been a Jock if it weren't for the skill set he possessed. Instead, he was a business man. He worked a suit and tie to school, and carried a briefcase every day. Most people thought it was hilarious, but the staff seemed to enjoy it, even respect it. He didn't have many friends. Less fortunate kids saw him as snobbish and unapproachable, and the other rich kids just saw him as another nerd. He had blue eyes and blond almost white hair that he worked slicked back close to his scalp at all times. He had sharp facial features,handsome, but not what teenager would consider cute. He had looks that older women liked, and teenage girls would grow to appreciate. After every other boy lost their boyish charms. The sun was setting behind the line of trees behind the lake, painting a wavy sheet of orange on the water. Then, with a sudden extension of his arm he tossed the small laptop out into the water, sending it spinning like a flat rock. It skipped once, making the young man chuckle to himself, before catching an angle and sinking deep to the bottom of the lake. Alister pulled out his Blackberry and checked for any new messages.