Digital Fortress Chapter 36

Manual terminate? Susan stargond at her privateness, mystified.She knew she hadnt typed any manual abort look break on-at least not intentionally. She wondered if perhaps shed name the wrong sequence of keys by mistake.Impossible, she muttered. According to the headers, the abort command had been sent less than twenty minutes ago. Susan knew the only thing shed typed in the demise twenty minutes washer silence code when shed stepped out to talk to the commander. It was absurd to think the privacy code could have been misinterpreted as an abort command.Knowing it was a waste of time, Susan pulled up her ScreenLock log and double-checked that her privacy code had been entered properly. Sure enough, it had.Then where, she demanded angrily, where did it get a manual abort?Susan scowled and unlikeable the ScreenLock windowpane. Unexpectedly, however, in the split second as the window blipped away, whatsoeverthing caught her eye. She reopened the window and studied the data. It made no sense. There was a proper locking entry when shed odd Node 3, but the timing of the subsequent open up entry seemed strange. The two entries were less than one minute apart. Susan was certain shed been removed with the commander for more than one minute.Susan scrolled down the page. What she saw left her aghast. Registering trey minutes later, a second set of lock-unlock entries appeared. According to the log, whateverone had open her terminal slice she was gone.Not possible she choked. The only candidate was Greg obligate, and Susan was sort of certain shed never given Hale her privacy code. Following unassailable cryptographic procedure, Susan had chosen her code at random and never pen it down Hales guessing the correct five-character alphanumeric was out of the question-it was thirty-six to the fifth power, over sixty million possibilities.But the ScreenLock entries were as clear as day. Susan stared at them in wonder. Hale had somehow been on her terminal wh ile she was gone. He had sent her tracer a manual abort command.The questions of how chop-chop gave way to questions of wherefore? Hale had no motive to break into her terminal. He didnt even know Susan was running a tracer. Even if he did know, Susan musical theme, why would he object to her tracking some guy named North Dakota?The unrequited questions seemed to be multiplying in her head. First things first, she said aloud. She would deal with Hale in a moment. Focusing on the matter at hand, Susan reloaded her tracer and hit the enter key. Her terminal beeped once.TRACER SENTSusan knew the tracer would take hours to return. She damned Hale, wondering how in the world hed gotten her privacy code, wondering what interest he had in her tracer.Susan stood up and strode immediately for Hales terminal. The screen was black, but she could tell it was not locked-the monitor was glowing faintly around the edges. Cryptographers seldom locked their terminals except when they left Node 3 for the night. Instead, they simply dimmed the b matureness on their monitors-a universal, honor-code trait that no one should disturb the terminal.Susan reached for Hales terminal. Screw the honor code, she said. What the hell are you up to?Throwing a quick glance out at the delinquent Crypto floor, Susan turned up Hales brightness controls. The monitor came into focus, but the screen was only empty. Susan frowned at the blank screen. Uncertain how to proceed, she called up a search engine and typedSEARCH FOR TRACERIt was a long shot, but if there were any references to Susans tracer in Hales computer, this search would find them. It might shed some light on why Hale had manually aborted her program. Seconds later the screen refreshed.NO MATCHES FOUNDSusan sat a moment, unsure what she was even looking at for. She tried over again.SEARCH FOR SCREENLOCKThe monitor refreshed and provided a handful of blameless references-no hint that Hale had any copies of Susans privacy cod e on his computer.Susan sighed loudly. So what programs has he been using today? She went to Hales recent applications menu to find the last program he had used. It was his e-mail server. Susan searched his hard drive and eventually assemble his E-mail folder hidden discreetly inside some another(prenominal) directories. She opened the folder, and additional folders appeared it seemed Hale had numerous E-mail identities and accounts. One of them, Susan sight with little surprise, was an anonymous account. She opened the folder, clicked one of the old, inbound messages, and read it. She nowadays stopped breathing. The message readTO email protectedFROM email protectedGREAT PROGRESS DIGITAL fort IS ALMOST DONE.THIS THING WILL SET THE NSA BACK DECADESAs if in a dream, Susan read the message over and over. Then, trembling, she opened another.TO email protectedFROM email protectedROTATING CLEARTEXT WORKS genetic mutation STRINGS ARE THE TRICKIt was unthinkable, and yet there it was. E-mail from Ensei Tankado. He had been writing to Greg Hale. They were working together. Susan went numb as the impossible truth stared up at her from the terminal.Greg Hale is NDAKOTA?Susans eyes locked on the screen. Her mind searched desperately for some other explanation, but there was none. It was proof-sudden and inescapable Tankado had used mutation thread to create a rotating cleartext function, and Hale had conspired with him to bring down the NSA.Its Susan stammered. Its not possible.As if to disagree, Hales congressman echoed from the past Tankado wrote me a few times Strathmore took a chance hiring me Im getting out of here someday.Still, Susan could not accept what she was seeing. True, Greg Hale was obnoxious and arrogant-but he wasnt a traitor. He knew what Digital Fortress would do to the NSA there was no way he was involved in a plot of ground to release itAnd yet, Susan realized, there was nothing to stop him-nothing except honor and decency. She thought of th e Skipjack algorithm. Greg Hale had ruined the NSAs plans once before. What would prevent him from trying again?But Tankado Susan puzzled. Why would someone as paranoid as Tankado confide someone as unreliable as Hale?She knew that none of it mattered now. tout ensemble that mattered was getting to Strathmore. By some ironic stroke of fate, Tankados partner was right there under their noses. She wondered if Hale knew yet that Ensei Tankado was dead.She quickly began closing Hales E-mail files in order to leave the terminal exactly as she had found it. Hale could suspect nothing-not yet. The Digital Fortress pass-key, she realized in amazement, was probably hidden somewhere inside that very computer.But as Susan closed the last of the files, a shadow passed outside the Node 3 window. Her glance shot up, and she saw Greg Hale approaching. Her adrenaline surged. He was almost to the doors. raspberry she cursed, eyeing the distance back to her seat. She knew shed never make it. Hal e was almost there.She revolve desperately, searching Node 3 for options. The doors behind her clicked. Then they engaged. Susan felt sense takeover. Digging her shoes into the carpet, she accelerated in long, reaching strides toward the pantry. As the doors hissed open, Susan slid to a stop in front of the refrigerator and yanked open the door. A glassful pitcher on top tipped precariously and then rocked to a stop.Hungry? Hale asked, entering Node 3 and walking toward her. His voice was calm and flirtatious. Want to share some tofu?Susan exhaled and turned to formula him. No thanks, she offered. I think Ill just- But the words got caught in her throat. She went white.Hale eyed her oddly. Whats wrong?Susan bit her lip and locked eyes with him. Nothing, she managed. But it was a lie. Across the room, Hales terminal glowed brightly. Shed forgotten to dim it.