Jones looked down into the valley and tried not to throw in the towel. The entire mass of probes had risen up from Huntsville, like a Krystal burger after a late night of drinking, and was headed for the mountain. Clearly, however, the bots “thought” on an operational level; they’d decided that the mountain was the center of the defenses and needed to be eliminated.
He was less worried about them at the moment, though, than the pile of metal around the sergeant major. One of the chunks was most of a bot, and the “wing” had fallen downward, directly onto where he remembered the sergeant major being.
He began digging at the pile frantically, trying to get under the heap as the cloud of probes rose up the mountain like an evil fog.
Shane swore, softly, as most of the bots in view stopped moving. Those that had been screaming through the air towards the mountain drifted to a stop with a certain amount of jostling and then just… hung as if waiting for something.
“IBot is working,” the J-3 called. “Probe advance halted.”
“Open up with lasers three and four,” General Riggs said. “Have them engage all bots in the valley.”
“Yes! Yes!” “Hot Fuckin’ Damn!”
The control center erupted in cheering soldiers as the lasers began tracking across the still probes, blasting them out of the air. Shane, however, still was glued to his seat, unable or unwilling to believe that this was as complete a victory as it appeared. So he was one of the few to hear the J-2 section.
“Increase in traffic,” J-2 reported. “Signal strength increasing. Something’s going—”
Suddenly, the halted bots started moving again. And every bot in the valley was now headed for Weeden Mountain.
“Lidar reports probes lifting off from Chattanooga, Tuscaloosa, Atlanta area — Christ, every damned probe in the Southeast is headed for us!”
Sergeant Simone was pleased that this Megiddo guy, who looked to be a better cracker than it had first appeared, had something useful for Dr. Reynolds. Dick wasn’t sure what it was or how the battle was going; he worked another front. The “Real World” had its warriors and the electronic world had its own. Dick Simone knew where he sat on that divide.
There was a ping from his system as somebody else tried to penetrate the system. As he was bringing up the program to track them, another ping went off, then a series that sounded very much like an alarm.
As far as he could tell, at first, it was a simple Denial of Service attack. A DOS occurred when someone, usually using various controlled remote systems, hammered an ISP’s servers with pings, effectively shutting down service from the server. But this one was different. Every single packet contained some sort of cracking program, most of them things Dick, who thought he had seen them all, had never vaguely encountered. Most had dumped to the honey trap, but they were running rampant through there, while others had managed to hammer past two firewalls and were getting to his final line of defense. Somebody had managed a zero day exploit on Blowfish. And more were coming in!
He barely had time to look as the tracker program popped up with the source of at least one of the attacks, but he was glad that he’d spared it a glance. As soon as he did, he swore, stopped what he was doing and slammed his chair backwards towards the server wall.
“What’s going on?” Lieutenant Gathers asked. The data security officer was a nice guy and pretty good at running the show, but Dick wasn’t going to take the time to answer. Instead, he flipped open the server door, slid to the floor and hurriedly yanked the main cable connecting the system to the Internet then did the same for SIPARNET.
“Sergeant Simone, would you please explain—” the lieutenant started to say then froze as the computer in front of him started to go haywire.
“We’re under attack,” Simone replied, slamming back into place and starting diagnostics on the computer network. It was clear that there were worms in the system; the only question was whether he could get ahead of them and start isolating them.
“I know we’re under attack,” the officer replied, looking at his system. “There are about a billion probes—”
“No, I mean we are under attack, sir!” Dick yelled. “And it’s coming from France!”
“Can we use this?” Roger asked, looking at the code of the program. It was… complicated.
“Megiddo’s not going to send us something that would be harmful,” Traci said definitely. “Everything he’s sent so far has been useful.”
“We ain’t got much choice, Roger,” Alan pointed out. “We’re kinda outnumbered, Kemosabe.”
“Agreed, okay we’ll—”
“Whoa!” Traci said. “We’re under electronic attack. I mean, there’s something in the base system that just hit our internal wall and bounced.”
“Huh?” Roger said. The Asymetric Soldier group used a network separate from the main base network. They used the same physical systems for accessing SIPARNET and the Internet, but their internal working server was of a higher classification than the standard base system, so it was internally sealed off from most of the base systems.
“We’re getting more hits,” Traci said. “Something’s in the internal base system and trying to get through to ours. Damn,” she added, clicking a pop-up. “Add that it nearly made it. I just cut us off from the main base system.”
“We can’t upload this to the base computers, now,” Tom pointed out. “Even if it worked.”
“The hell we can’t,” Roger said. “The computer controlling the IBot program is up in the antenna farm. All we have to do is run this program up and load it to it.”
“Roger, that’s the top of the damned mountain,” Traci pointed out, hitting another key. “I didn’t even know we had that connection. What the hell is this thing?”
“Pull the physical connections,” Roger said, sliding a USB memory card into the side of the laptop he’d moved the Megiddo program to. “I’ll give you two guesses where that attack is coming from, and only one counts.”
Shane blinked as the lights in the room went off then back on, then off, leaving the room lit only by red safety lights. His monitor flickered as well, changing views without command several times then went off. He looked over to the general just as a heavyset Air Force officer burst through the doors to the command center and stumbled down to the J-2 desk.
Most of the officers and NCOs in the room were muttering or questioning what had happened but Shane leaned back in his chair to watch the general. The major knew that there wasn’t anything in his area of control, or expertise, to be done about whatever was happening. All he could do was wait a few moments to see if things calmed down. And he wanted to watch what Riggs was going to do.
The J-2 listened to the heavyset lieutenant and then swore and got up and headed for the general. Other senior officers were closing in around the commander but the J-2, despite being a shrimp and outranked by most of them, shoved his way through and leaned over to whisper in Riggs’s ear. Given that a colonel was whispering in the other ear at the same time, Riggs seemed to be taking both conversations in.