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  Next was Chuck Chacko, who came up less ostentatiously and quietly stood beside the woman, looking a bit self-conscious.

  “And the last finalist is Dillon Ritter. Come on up, Dillon.”

  Ritter joined him with a broad grin. Once all three were there, Jeff noticed Norm move along the side of the room until he was positioned at the front, ready to move. Their agreement had been that the hacker would be announced as one of the three brought to the front of the room regardless of how they scored to make the arrest easier.

  “Now, Jeff, who is the overall winner?” Clive asked.

  Jeff smiled and announced that Capps had just nosed out Chuck. She grinned as several booed her while others applauded deferentially. “Thanks, everyone, for playing,” Jeff told the audience.

  He stood aside as Clive closed the conference by thanking the attendees for coming and the sponsors, especially CTI, for supporting it. Jeff and the three finalists stepped off the stage and Jeff overheard Norm ask Ritter to accompany him out of the room. Ritter appeared perplexed, but Norm’s firm grip on his arm guided him out one of the room’s side doors. Everyone else was busy talking as they filed out the back of the room so didn’t notice what had happened. Jeff was glad that his plan had worked, but was sad that an old colleague was guilty.

  Clive said good-bye to someone and then walked over to Jeff with a smile on his face. “Great work, Jeff! Really creative of you. I texted Daryl to tell her that you’re the man of the hour.”

  As he said that, a text arrived on Jeff’s phone. “I’m told you are showing off. D.”

  Jeff and Clive puzzled over Ritter’s motives for a few minutes until Norm came back in the room. “Ritter wants to see you.”

  “Why?” Jeff asked.

  Norm shrugged. “He says if you see him he’ll come clean. With what we have we probably don’t need that but it would be good to learn what he knows about Anonymous. I’d like you to talk to him.”

  Jeff agreed, then followed the FBI agent out of the meeting room. Ritter was being held in a room not far away. At the door another agent stood as sentinel. Norm ushered Jeff in and there was Ritter seated at a table with a bottle of water in his fist, flanked by two sober agents.

  “You want to see me?” Jeff said.

  Ritter looked terrible, like a man about to have a heart attack. He was sweating profusely and had already removed his jacket. “Sit down, Jeff. Please.” He gestured toward a chair near him.

  Jeff hesitated, than sat.

  “I guess…” Ritter stopped. He lifted the bottle and took a long swallow. “I guess you’re wondering why I did it.”

  “Yes, and why you attacked me. It’s been on my mind ever since I realized it was you.”

  “I regret that. It was foolish of me. More than foolish, it was cruel.” He paused, then continued. “I heard through the grapevine a few days ago that you’d been hired by RegSec and I just wanted to warn you away. I worried you would find me if I’d overlooked the slightest thing. I saw you walking to the conference hotel through the alley yesterday and figured you’d go back the same way. But I’d been drinking and got carried away. I wish I’d never done it.” He dropped his head.

  Jeff glanced at Norm, who nodded encouragement.

  “Why did you do it, Dillon? Why’d you hook up with Anonymous?”

  Ritter looked at him with sudden vigor. “I had to do something! Don’t you see? We’re being smothered by Big Brother. It’s not just the government, though that’s bad enough. It’s these giant multinationals. They bleed us dry, take our personal data, then sell it. They’re arrogant! Reginald Hinton deserves what I did to him. I hope it ruins his company!”

  “You’ve never talked about any of this before. You’ve always belittled anyone with these views. Are you sure that’s really it?

  Ritter hesitated before answering. “I lost a big chunk of my retirement with those clowns. I’ve still not recovered and don’t ever expect to.”

  “You mentioned your divorce last night and I’ve heard that things aren’t going well for you at CTI.”

  “I…” Ritter stared at the table. “I guess there’s some truth in that, too. My wife…my ex-wife…It’s been too much. The lawyers…all that money…for nothing.” He finished the water. “And you’re right about CTI. They’ve been nudging me out the door for months. I’m here at my own expense, you know that? I thought maybe it could buy me some time, let me catch up.” Then he eyed Jeff significantly. “Or maybe I’d land a job elsewhere.”

  “So why throw it all away?”

  “I don’t know. I honestly don’t. I just don’t know what came over me. I’d contacted Anonymous, played around with the RegSec Web site, and saw the vulnerability. I kept it to myself. When I got here I was surprised to see it still unpatched. So stupid! Why are these companies so stupid! It was like an open door. When no one else with Anonymous could get in, I just…I just couldn’t resist walking through. I figured that launching the attack from the conference Wi-Fi would give me anonymity and I guess I wanted to show Anonymous how good I was, and really, prove it to myself. But RegSec deserves it, Jeff. They deserve it!” He paused, then said more quietly, “Anyway, I’m really sorry I hurt you.”

  Norm placed his hand on Ritter’s shoulder. “Steady.” He looked at Jeff. “You can go. Thanks.”

  Jeff rose, took a final look at Ritter, then left the room, leaving him with the FBI agents.

  The day after Jeff was home, Daryl swept into their cozy house, all aglow and looking very inviting. “Did you see?” she said, after they’d kissed. See what?”

  “Someone hacked Reginald Hinton’s private e-mail account, and posted some very compromising nude photos he’d sent to one of his bimbos. They’ve gone viral!”

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  Copyright © 2012 by Mark Russinovich. Foreword copyright © 2012 by Kevin Mitnick.

  Foreword

  It is Mark Russinovich’s in-depth knowledge of Windows and how data traverses over the digital landscape that creates the chilling realism in the backdrop of Trojan Horse, the highly anticipated follow-up to his first novel, Zero Day. I’ve long said that people are the weakest link in the security chain (and, in the past, frequently taken advantage of this myself). In his thrilling tale, Mark shows us that malware remains a significant threat as the sophistication of malicious programs continues to grow. The bad actors still use the age-old technique of social engineering—the method of manipulating people into performing an action in order to leverage the help of the victim to exploit a security flaw in the application software that resides on their computer. When used together, these two attack methods can lead to devastating outcomes as they leapfrog over even the most resilient network defenses. No one is immune to social engineering, and even the most technically competent can easily fall victim to this method.

  In today’s world, it is rare that such an attack will merely affect one network. Once again, Mark makes us aware of how interconnected our systems are, and how their dependencies can be used to create havoc in our world. Geographic boundaries are no longer an obstacle for those wishing to cause harm. Our future wars may employ people on the battlefield as a last resort. The initial efforts will likely be fought digitally over the vast technology infrastructure that the Internet has created. It is now possible to have a virus weaponized in China, employed in Berlin on behalf of Afghanistan, and have the payload delivered in Sydney or the United States—masking origination, and making detection and accountability almost impossible.

  Mark has created well-defined characters in Jeff Aiken and Daryl Haugen, whose challenges will absorb the reader. His attention to detail in both the technical and backdrop settings are realistic because they are closely related to real events exposed by the media. Even the nontechie will have no trouble understanding the well-explained technical details. The story-line keeps the reader immersed, anticipating what
will happen next, and the only difficulty comes in trying to put the book down.

  Trojan Horse is a work of fiction, but it makes you think about the possibilities in the future as the sophistication of our adversaries continues to grow in response to narrowing gaps in security posture. I am both honored and privileged to have the opportunity of an advance read of Mark’s latest work, and look forward to sequels in the future. However, after reading his book, even I am left wondering how prudent the decision was to open an e-mailed copy of the manuscript called “Trojan Horse. doc.”

  —KEVIN MITNICK

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  MEMORANDUM

  DATE:

  June 24

  FROM:

  Rhonda MacMillan-Jones

  Deputy Director, Cyber Security

  National Security Agency

  TO:

  Admiral Braxton L. R. Compton

  Chairman, Joint Chiefs of Staff

  Pentagon

  RE:

  Confirmation

  This is a follow-up to our conversation earlier today in which I confirmed the discovery of extraneous software embedded within the U.S. Pacific Fleet Command computer structure. This malware has access to the database that manages fleet deployments. It is highly sophisticated, unlike any we have previously encountered. At this time we do not know how it penetrated COMPACFLT computer defenses, how long it has been embedded, or the extent of the infection. It constitutes the most serious penetration to date by malignant software embedded from an unknown source within a highly classified U.S. military command computer system.

  We share your suspicions that this malware was responsible for the ten-hour blackout experienced by COMPACFLT during fleet maneuvers off Taiwan nineteen days ago. Be assured that we are working with your staff and will do all within our ability to locate and remove every vestige of this Trojan from your system and that we will learn how it managed to insinuate itself into such critical software.

  I wish to repeat that we do not yet know the scope of the penetration or the capacity of the malware to disrupt, or direct, fleet operations. We urge great caution in the interim. Though we cannot know its origin with certainty, the level of sophistication and the nature of its disruption indicates a nation-state with national security interests toward the United States.

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  Day One

  Thursday, April 9

  CYBER PENETRATIONS REACH ALL-TIME HIGH

  By Arnie Willoughby

  April 9

  Sophisticated computer penetration is at record levels according to Cyril Lester, executive director of the Internet Security Alliance. In a speech delivered at the association’s annual meeting in Las Vegas, Nevada, Lester said, “Despite an increase in awareness by individuals and companies, malware, particularly in the form of Trojans, continues to find its way into computers at an alarming rate.”

  Though hackers still release what Lester described as “junk malware,” advanced and highly sophisticated viruses are an ever-greater cause for concern. Most target financial records and a number have been highly successful in looting personal and bank accounts.

  A new version of the Zeus Trojan, for one, recently penetrated bank security then silently stole more than one million dollars from an estimated three thousand accounts, according to Lester. “Authorities have been unable to trace the ultimate destination of the funds,” he said.

  The Zeus Trojan infected Windows machines through various exploits in Internet Explorer and Adobe Reader. It then lay dormant until the user entered his bank account. Through a technique known as keystroke logging it captured logon information later used to access the account. If it was determined to hold at least $1,250 dollars the money was stolen.

  Though not proven, the cyber operation is believed to have been orchestrated by an East European cyber gang.

  Until recently, the Zeus Trojan was considered the most sophisticated and dangerous virus of all time, Lester said. That dubious distinction has been supplanted by Stuxnet, the mysterious virus which has targeted Iran’s nuclear development program. Lester emphasized that even more dangerous malware is likely already implanted in computers worldwide. “We’ve scarcely viewed the scope of the risk we face,” Lester said.

  The Internet Security Association is funded by the major computer and software manufacturers in the U.S. Lester has requested a four-fold increase in funding.

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  YAKIMA, WASHINGTON

  EASTERN WASHINGTON ELECTRICAL GRID

  WAYK5-7863

  12:47 A.M. PST

  “Scalpel.”

  The nurse placed it in the surgeon’s palm firmly, without the slap portrayed in movies. The young patient had been brought in more dead than alive following a highway accident. She could not have been more than fifteen years old. Somehow, in the violence and extremity of the collision a knifelike blade of hard polymer had pierced her skull and embedded itself in her brain.

  Her vital signs, however, were strong and given its position, if properly removed, the surgeon was optimistic for a satisfactory recovery. She was young, resilient, and the brain had an amazing capacity to restore itself at this age.

  The surgery had already lasted for more than three hours. He’d removed a portion of her skull to give him access. He’d picked out bits and pieces of bone until she was clean. But this was the worst of it. Remove this bit of plastic from the young woman’s brain and there was a very good chance she’d live. Leave it in place and she’d die. Make a mistake and she would be left functionally impaired or dead.

  Dr. Elias Holt lifted his hand and prepared to make the delicate incision. Just at that moment the lights blinked, then a moment later came back to life. Holt waited in case it happened again. Nothing.

  “We’re on emergency power,” Paul Sanders, the tech with the ACPM, or acute care physiologic monitoring system, said. “My data scrambled, Doc. I need a minute to reacquire.”

  Holt lowered his hand. There was no need to say anything. The technology this delicate surgery relied upon would soon be back up.

  “All right…” the tech began, but just at that moment the lights went out and did not come back on.

  Everyone on Holt’s experienced team knew to freeze in place, to do nothing. In a moment, the power would be restored from the outside grid or the hospital’s auxiliary system. A power outage was rare and Holt could not recall a time when he’d been left in darkness during surgery.

  The Mount Rainier Regional Medical Center was a small hospital with just eighty-five beds. In recent years, it had added emergency care to its profile as part of a significant expansion. The patient had been brought here because the accident had taken place nearby and her condition was so desperate.

  After twenty seconds of darkness the lights sprang on. “Paul?”

  “Sorry, Doc, but I need to reacquire my data. It will take a minute or more.”

  “How’s the patient, Allison?”

  The anesthetist answered, “Stable. No change.”

  Holt waited, then asked, “Paul?”

  “I’m resetting now.”

  Just then the lights went out again.

  In the basement, the night supervisor was staring at his computer screen. He could make no sense of what he was seeing. The primary backup generator had started twice, then simply kicked off. There was no power coming into the hospital from the outside power grid. They were on their own and this should not be happening.

  He’d been trained on the computer that controlled the power supply but hadn’t done anything with the system since then. It was automatic, computerized. It ran itself. Just as he was considering actually doing something, the generator kicked in
to life a third time. He held his breath, hoping no surgery was underway.

  Twenty seconds later the generator died again.

  Kathleen Ficke left the Holiday Inn bar and walked to the elevators. The bar was closing and her night was finished. She punched the button and waited for the doors to pop open.

  Ficke worked three or four times a month on such assignments for the Smart Agency. When she’d applied for the job, the owner had explained it to her in simple terms. “When a wife thinks her honey is fooling around, sometimes she wants proof, usually to get a better deal in the divorce. That’s when they come to us. I get a good photo and send a woman of the right age into the hotel bar where the target’s likely to do his drinking. She can’t be too pretty or too plain; she can’t be dressed sexy. In fact, I’ll take a full body picture of you before you go out. You’ll have the guy’s photo. All you do is sit alone at the bar and drink a Coke. That’s it. Don’t talk to anyone, get rid of any man who tries to pick you up, including the target. We just want to know if he’s with someone or if he hits on you. That’s it. You file a report and I give you two hundred dollars. Want the job?”

  The work had proven just as easy as he’d explained and the extra money had come in handy. She was tired and ready to go home. Her cat needed to be fed.

  She’d spent two hours in the bar and during that time her target had consumed eight bourbons. He’d been at a small round table talking with two men he’d apparently met in the bar. Each of them had given her the eye but none had approached her, not like others.