"They're brothers?"
"Ain't no family resemblance far as I can see. Jimmy Hong is Chinese and David King is Jewish. Least his father is Jewish. I think his mother might be Rican."
"Why are they the Kongs?"
"Jimmy Hong and David King? Hong Kong and King Kong?"
"Oh."
"Plus their favorite game used to be Donkey Kong."
"What's that, a video game?"
He nodded. "Pretty good one."
We were at a snack bar in the bus terminal, where he'd insisted I meet him. I was drinking a cup of bad coffee and he was eating a hot dog and drinking a Pepsi. He said, "Remember that dude Socks, we was watchin' him at the arcade? He 'bout the best there is, but he ain't nothin'
next to the Kongs. You know how a player is always tryin' to keep up with the machine? Kongs didn't have to keep up with it. They was always out ahead of it."
"You brought me down here to meet a couple of pinball wizards?"
"Big difference between pinball and video games, man."
"Well, I suppose there is, but—"
"But it ain't nothin' compared to the difference between video games an' where the Kongs is at now. I told you what happens to guys hang around the arcade, how you can get so good an' then there ain't no better for you to get? So you lose interest."
"So you said."
"What some dudes get interested in is computers. What I heard, the Kongs was into computers all along, fact they used a computer to stay ahead of the video games, know what the machine was gonna do before it could do it. You play chess?"
"I know the moves."
"You an' me'll play a game sometime, see if you any good. You know those stone tables they got down by Washington Square? People bring their time clocks, study chess books while they waitin' to play? I play there sometimes."
"You must be good."
He shook his head. "Some of those dudes," he said, "you play against them, it's like you tryin' to run a footrace standin' in water up to your waist. You can't get nowhere, 'cause they always five, six moves ahead of you in their mind."
"Sometimes it feels like that in my line of work."
"Yeah? Well, that's how video games got for the Kongs, they was five or six moves out in front. So they into computers, they what you call hackers. You know what that is?"
"I've heard the term."
"Man, you want something from the phone company, you don't call no operator. Don't mess with no vice president, either. You call the Kongs. They get in the phones and crawl around in there, like the phone company's a monster and they swimmin' in its bloodstream. You know that picture, whatchacallit, Fantastic Voyage? They take a voyage in the phones."
"I don't know," I said. "If an executive at the company can't figure out how to extract that data—"
"Man, ain't you listenin'?" He sighed, then sucked hard on his straw and drained the last of his Pepsi.
"You want to know what's happenin' on the streets, what's goin'
down on the Deuce or in the Barrio or in Harlem, who do you go and ask? The fuckin' mayor?"
"Oh," I said.
"You see what I sayin'? They hangin' out on the streets of the phone company. You know Ma Bell? The Kongs be lookin' up her skirt."
"Where are we going to find them? The arcade?"
"Told you. They lost interest some time ago. They come by once in a while just to see what's shakin', but they don't hang out there no more.
We ain't gonna find them. They gonna find us. I told 'em we'd be here."
"How did you reach them?"
"How you think? Beeped 'em. Kongs ain't never too far from a phone. You know, that hot dog was good. You wouldn't think you'd get anything decent, place like this, but they give you a good hot dog."
"Does that mean you want another?"
"Might as well. Take 'em some time to get here, and then they want to look you over before they come an' meet you. Want to satisfy themselves that you alone and that they can split in a hot second if they scared of you."
"Why would they be scared of me?"
" 'Cause you might be some kind of cop workin' for the phone company. Man, the Kongs is outlaws!
Ma Bell ever gets her hands on them, she gone whip their ass."
"THE thing is," Jimmy Hong said, "we have to be careful. People in suits are convinced that hackers are the biggest threat to corporate America since the Yellow Peril. The media is always running stories about what hackers could do to the system if we wanted to."
"Destroying data," David King said. "Altering records. Wiping out circuitry."
"It makes a good story, but they lose sight of the fact that we never pull that shit. They think we're going to put dynamite on the railroad tracks when all we're doing is hitching a free ride."
"Oh, every once in a while some nitwit introduces a virus—"
"But most of that isn't hackers, it's some jerk with a grudge against a company or somebody introducing a glitch into the system by using bootleg software."
"The point is," David said, "Jimmy's too old to take chances."
"Turned eighteen last month," Jimmy Hong said.
"So if they catch us he'll be tried as an adult. That's if they go by chronological age, but if they take emotional maturity into account—"
"Then David would go scot-free," Jimmy said, "because he hasn't reached the age of reason."
"Which came between the Stone Age and the Iron Age."
Once they decided they trusted you, you couldn't get them to shut up. Jimmy Hong was around six-two, long and lean, with straight black hair and a long, saturnine face. He wore aviator sunglasses with amber lenses, and after we'd been sitting together for ten or fifteen minutes he changed them for a pair of horn-rimmed glasses with round untinted lenses, altering his appearance from hip to studious.
David King was no more than five-seven, with a round face and red hair and a lot of freckles. Both of them wore Mets warmup jackets and chinos and Reeboks, but the similarity of dress wasn't enough to make them look like twins.
If you closed your eyes, though, you might have been fooled. Their voices were close and their speech patterns were very similar and they finished each other's sentences a lot.
They liked the idea of playing a role in a murder case— I hadn't gone into a great deal of detail— and they were amused at the response I'd received from various functionaries at the telephone company.
"That's beautiful," Jimmy Hong said. "Saying it can't be done.
Meaning most likely that he couldn't figure out how to do it."
"It's their system," David King said, "and you'd think they would at least understand it."
"But they don't."
"And they hate us, because we understand it better than they do."
"And they think we'd hurt the system—"
"— when actually we happen to love the system. Because if you're going to do any serious hacking, NYNEX is where it's at."
"It's a beautiful system."
"Unbelievably complex."
"Wheels within wheels."
"Labyrinths within labyrinths."
"The ultimate video game, and the ultimate Dungeons and Dragons, all rolled into one."
"Cosmic."
I said. "But it can be done?"
"What can? Oh, the numbers. Phone calls placed on a specific day to a specific number?"
"Right."
"Be a problem," David King said.
"An interesting problem, he means."
"Right, very interesting. A problem with a solution for sure, a solvable problem."
"But a tricky one."
"Because of the amount of data."
"Tons of data," Jimmy Hong said. "Millions and millions of pieces of data."
"By data he means phone calls."
"Billions of phone calls. Untold billions of phone calls."
"Which you have to process."
"But before you even start to do that—"
"You have to get in."
"Which used to be easy."
"Used to be a cinch."
"They would leave the door open."
"Now they close it."
"Nail it shut, you could say."
I said, "If you need to buy special equipment—"
"Oh, no. Not really."
"We already got everything we need."