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Caught with Consequences Pt VI
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Thug number one marched us down the hall in front of him. I
kept looking over towards Debbie to see if I could get some
kind of signal on just what the hell to do. But she seemed
too preoccupied by our new 'friend' to notice. He'd walk us
past a door, stop us, and try the lock. If it were locked,
we'd move on. Finally we came to a door with an electronic
combination. He pulled some kind of remote control device
from his pocket. He aimed it at the lock, pushed a button,
and the door opened. He motioned us in. Apparently I wasn't
moving fast enough for him, and got a shove that nearly
sent me sprawling. Even in heels, I somehow managed to keep
my footing. He stuck the gun in Debbie's back and guided
her in.
Let me tell you - I was scared. I have never had a gun
pointed at me before. And I didn't like it one bit. I mean,
I live a nice normal life. Well, okay, except for recently,
you know, the dress wearing stuff. But all in all, pretty
simple and quiet. So I had no idea what to do. I looked to
Debbie to see what she was thinking. And what I saw scared
me even more. This guy was huge. He towered over Debbie.
She looked like a child compared to him. The ape had his
left arm around her waist. He had the back of the gun,
against the side of her head, and was caressing her with
it. He was breathing heavily down the nape of her neck. It
was apparent what he wanted.
"Nice, very nice. Maybe you and me will get a chance to
know each other a little better later on. My partner isn't
as picky, he can have your friend the dog, but me, I like
'em pretty."
Now normally I wouldn't care about his reference to me, as
I was fearful for Debbie. But for just a moment, yes, I did
think about it. Me a dog? Okay, I'm no Ann-Margaret, but
come on, I wasn't that bad.
Okay now back to Debbie. His left hand snaked up and gave
her breast a vicious squeeze. I guess he was pretty strong
because Debbie's eyes nearly popped out of her head. She
gave a grunt in pain.
And that was it. I stands all I can stands, and I can't
stands no more. I jumped him. Now remember earlier when I
mentioned I wasn't very good with the ladies. Well, wasn't
very good at fighting either. The last time I fought was in
the third grade. And I think it came out as a draw, because
we both left crying. I'm not very big - so I'm hardly
intimidating. Add to that, I was dressed as a girl. And
teetering on a fairly high pair of heels. He easily saw me
coming and dispatched me with a simple backhand that sent
me flying into the wall.
I fell backwards and banged my head against something and
dropped like a rock. I saw stars, I saw lightening bolts, I
saw little tweedy birds circling my head. I could just
barely make out the sound of something going on, over the
ringing in my ears. As I slowly regained my focus, I saw
Debbie give him a double jab kick in the ribs. Then she
spun around and caught him on the chin with a roundhouse.
Down he went. She stood over him for a few seconds, but it
didn't look like he would be getting up any time soon.
Debbie rushed over to me, I was still sprawled on the
floor.
"Are you okay, is anything broken?" She seemed genuinely
concerned.
"I know my ego is shot - but other than that I think I'm
okay."
She gently helped me to my feet, and steadied me as I
regained the use of my legs.
"Where did you learn how to fight like that?" I asked.
"I told you, my Dad runs a security business."
"I remember that, but you said he was the geeky techno
half?"
Debbie was facing me, and so she couldn't see the ape had
gotten back up, and was heading towards us. Debbie must
have seen the surprise in my eyes. Because she began to
count silently, "One... Two... Three..." and then she
lashed out straight backwards with her foot. She caught the
guy right in the nuts with the heel of her stiletto.
With out missing a beat she continued, "He was. My Uncle
Bob was the muscle. Did ever mention I was his favorite?"
The poor guy hung there stranded in time and space for a
moment. I swear he looked just like the coyote in a Road
Runner cartoon, when he suddenly realizes he's not standing
on a cliff any more. Then he crumpled like an empty beer
can. She hit him so hard, I doubled over and grunted in
pain.
She looked at me a little confused and asked, "Why do men
always do that? You know, when they see some one get kicked
in the balls, they act like they have sympathy pains or
something?"
I winced as I answered, "It's a guy thing."
"You're okay, right?" She asked me again.
"Yeah, I think so."
I fixed my dress. It was up around my waist. Very unlady
like. Debbie adjusted her pantyhose, and strode over to the
puddle that was formally known as a thug number one. She
picked up the remote he used to open the door and tossed it
to me. I was still a bit wobbly, but managed to catch it.
"Here Einstein, you're the tech guy."
I looked at it. I hadn't seen one before, but I had a
pretty good idea what it was for. A few months ago we
replaced all the critical door locks with these electrical
combinations, so they could centrally controlled.
Apparently Ms. Benders had other purposes in mind also.
This was getting weirder by minute.
I glanced at Debbie, she had picked up the gun and was
checking it out. She ejected the clip and was counting the
rounds. She reloaded the clip, checked the safety, and
measured the balance of the weapon. She obviously knew hat
she was doing.
"What are you going to do with that?" I asked pointing to
it.
"I'm going to use it."
"But it's a gun!" I cried.
"Don't worry about it, I know how to use it."
"But it's still a gun!"
"Stop worrying, it's only a little gun."
"But some one could get shot!"
"Only if they try to shoot us first." She was dead serious.
"But Debbie?" I pleaded. "I don't like guns."
"Would you rather I left it here for him when he wakes up?"
"Good point." I said, resigned to the fact that she
obviously was going to do what ever she wanted.
"Now let's get out of here!"
That sounded good to me! I headed for the door and was
about to open it when Debbie motioned for me to stop. She
backed up against the door jam, just like on a police show.
She opened the door, peered out both ways, then motioned me
to follow.
"Holy shit." I said. "My girlfriend is Bat Girl!"
"I'm not Bat Girl, and I'm not your girlfriend." Then with
a wink she added, "Not yet anyway."
My stomach fluttered. We headed out into the hall and I
told Debbie to hold on a second. Quickly I read the buttons
on the remote, and spotted one that said 'LOCK', I hit it
and heard a most satisfying 'click'.
Debbie smiled and said, "See, you're catching on."
She then began a fast walk, or a slow run down the hall. I
followed best as I could in heels.
She spotted a ladies room and dashed in side. I followed.
"Why are we stopping? Let's get the hell out of here."
"We can't. I can't. I've got to stop that download."
"But Deb, these guys are for real. They're playing for
keeps. That guy wanted to rape you!"
"And look how far he got."
She was fixing her hair in the mirror. What was she insane?
When she was done she turned to me and said with dead
seriousness, "Listen, if this thing is as big as you say,
then it could ruin my Father. I can't let that happen. I
have to find a way to stop it. You can go if you want to,
I'll understand, but I'm staying."
We looked at each other in silence for a few moments.
Finally she broke it. "I don't know this computer stuff
nearly as well as you do. Will you help me, please?"
I thought a little longer then said, "You saved my life. Of
course I'll help you."
A big look of relief swept over her. "Actually, you saved
my life. When you grabbed for him, it distracted him long
enough for me to make my move." Then she added, "And, by
the way, that was pretty brave of you - that guy would have
turned you into his own personal sock puppet."
She reached out and gave me a huge bear hung. It felt
wonderful.
"Okay, first things first, how do I get out of the outfit?"
I said waving at my dress.
"You don't!" She replied beginning to fix my hair and make
up.
"What do you mean I don't? I'm a guy remember?"
"That's exactly the reason you stay dressed. Rule number
78, don't do anything to stop your opponent from
underestimating you. Right now, they think we don't know
what we're doing with the network. If the boss figures out
it's you, she'll know what she's up against."
"I guess that makes sense." I turned around so she could
fix the back of my wig. "One question. What are rules one
through 77?"
"Don't worry about that now. There, that'll have to do." As
she finished up my hair and did something with my makeup.
"You've got a pretty good bump on the back of your head.
The wig very well may have saved you a few stitches."
"Oh great." I said. "One more reason to dress like a girl -
for safety purposes."
"So," Debbie began "here's what we do. We sneak back into
the little room, pull the plug on the rooter, and smash the
box."
"Won't do any good." I said bluntly. "If we stop the
service two things will happen. First it kicks over
automatically to the back up circuit. Secondly, they learn
where we are in about 2 seconds."
I could see by her expression, she was taking me seriously.
That was good. She may know how to fight, but now we were
in my world, Cyberspace.
"Look," I said. "this has to be an inside job. If what you
tell me is accurate, there's no way the Lincoln servers
should be dishing out this kind of data. Which means
they'll probably scrub the logs, and there won't be any
evidence on Lincoln's side. Since logging is turned off
here, there's no evidence anywhere that any of this ever
happened."
"What's that mean?" she asked.
"It means if we destroy anything, the only proof we've got
is the log of you badging into the building. That points to
a disgruntled employee - you."
"So you're saying we can't stop it, right?" She asked.
"Not with out doing a couple million dollars worth of
damage. And the serious jail time that goes with it."
"Then we need evidence to prove it happened."
I shrugged my shoulders. "I guess so, but how?"
"Tell me more about these 'logs' you keep mentioning."
"Okay, listen up, I'll give you a ten minute degree. Here's
how this stuff works. Say I have a book, and I want to send
it to you over the Internet."
"With you so far." She said with a hint of sarcasm.
"To send it to you, I'm going to rip out each page and toss
them to you. It doesn't matter what order you get them in,
or even if you get them all. As long as you get one. You
take the ones you get and start putting it back together.
You sequence them based upon the page numbers. And if
you're missing a page, you ask for it again."
"Hmm, that's it?"
I couldn't help noticing how small and fragile she seemed.
This tiny girl who just kicked the shit of some guy more
than twice her size. Man this girl was out of this world.
"More or less. Now lets add a firewall to the scenario. We
put a person in front of me. I hand him the pages. He
writes down on a piece of paper that I handed him a page at
this date at this time, and sent it to you. Now lets add a
firewall on your side. I hand it to my firewall, he writes
it down and hands it to your firewall. Your firewall writes
down he received it and then gives it to you."
"Are all firewalls male?" she said with a smile.
"Come on Debbie, this is serious. Remember - you have a gun
in your purse."
"I know, I know. It's just that, you seem so different, so
confident. Usually when I see you in a skirt and heels,
you're very meek and mild. This becomes you."
I smiled and felt a twinge of pain in my latex panties. I
was trying to get hard. Seeing this new side of Debbie was
more than intriguing. It was down right sexy. So cute, so
strong, so smart. And she was with me!
"So the way this one circuit is set up, at least the way I
set it up, my firewall only lets me send pages out, it
won't accept them from you. And your firewall is probably
only set up to receive pages coming in, it won't let you
send anything out. Which means my firewall has been
disabled. And probably so is yours."
"How much weight do these logs hold, from a legal
standpoint?"
I thought for a moment and said, "It's usually enough to
get the police, and maybe even the FBI involved."
"So we need to turn logging back on?"
"On the surface, that does sound like a good idea. The
problem is, the logs are kept on the firewall machines, so
all they have to do is delete them when they're done."
I could almost hear the wheels spinning in her head.
"Can we put logs on another computer?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, if we can't keep them one place, can we keep them
someplace else?"
"Where?" I asked.
She looked annoyed with me. "That's what you're here for? I
can't think of everything!"
"Okay, okay, let me think. I could probably write a script
or something to transfer them in real time."
"Real time? As opposed to fake time?"
Her sarcasm was starting to annoy me.
"Real time means as it's happening, as opposed to after the
fact. I could do that, but it would degrade performance
even more."
"What is it with you tech guys? Everything is up or down or
about performance. You sound like you really need a
collective blow job."
I gave her a stern look. "Well that would certainly help."
So I continued "Anyway, if we move the logs in real time,
sooner or later they'd notice the performance problem and
investigate. Then it's a simple matter to figure where
they're going. We need to get them off this network, out of
this building - beyond their reach."
"My Dad's offices have a network. Is there some way you can
send them there?"
"It wouldn't be easy. Let's get to my office so I can see
what we've got to work with."
With that Debbie headed to the door. She motioned me to
follow and put a finger to her lips indicating the need for
quiet. She took off her heels and carried them in her left
hand. In her right was the gun.
"Be careful with that thing, will you?" I whispered as I
followed suit and removed my pumps. "You're gonna hurt some
body with it."
She gave me wry smile and said, "That's the idea."
Once out in the hallway, there was no cover. Debbie
crouched down and scurried along.
I did my best to follow. Though it sure wasn't easy in this
tight dress. She looked hot with her tight ass sticking up.
I figured I must look ridiculous. After ten minutes, we
were back over in the office section of the building.
Except for the occasional ruffle of nylon, we were silent.
I started thinking, 'Hey, maybe I'm getting the hang of
this secret agent stuff.'
My office had a key, rather than a combination lock. A good
sign for us, in case the doors were being monitored. I
pulled my keys from my purse. It was dark inside, just the
glow from my laptop, which was still on from yesterday.
I sat down and began to type. I looked through some network
diagrams, wracking my brain for an idea. Any idea. There
must be some way to get the data off the secure network,
and out the door.
Debbie paced back and forth.
"Can you stop that please, it's distracting."
"My pacing?"
"Well, actually, it's your ass and legs in that miniskirt.
Every time you come in my field of vision, I stop and check
you out."
"Oh really, and do you do that to all the girls?"
"No, not all girls. Just the really cute ones."
Something about the clicking of high heels always makes my
head swivel. Call it Pavlov's Heels.
After ten minutes, Debbie started getting jumpy. "How long
is this going to take? Are you getting anywhere? Are they
still transferring data?"
Finally I told her I think I have something that might
work.
"See if you can follow me on this. We set up the firewall
to send the logs to this router." I said pointing to
prototype wireless router I had on my desktop. "It's a
special, high powered, wireless prototype. I can reach with
my laptop computer from anywhere in the building. From
there, it goes to laptop, which we hide somewhere safe. We
set up the laptop to dial up to your outside network via
this satellite modem." I said holding up a small PC card I
pulled from my drawer. "Do you have a cell phone with you?"
Without answering she pulled one from her purse.
"Great! Get some one from network support at the security
office."
"Okay, then what?"
"Then we make two stops, I need to change some routes to
allow the firewall access to my router. And then we need to
break into the firewall room, add the real time script and
enable logging. If everything goes right, and we have a lot
of luck, we the logs get generated, sent to the wireless
router, which sends them to the laptop, which uses the
satellite modem to send them to your Dad's office. Sound
like a plan?"
She shook her head and said, "I don't understand half of
what you just said, but if that's the plan, let's do it."
She got on the phone, and talked to a few people before she
finally reached whom she wanted. I started gathering up the
equipment and power cords. Debbie started arguing with
someone.
Finally she just yelled, "We don't have time, please, just
trust me on this one. I'm going to put you on the phone
with someone, just do what ever she asks!"
Debbie handed me the phone.
"Hello? What do you need?"
Keeping in mind her reference to 'She' I did my best to
disguise my voice. "I need a number where I can dial in
over a satellite modem and connect to a server to store
firewall logs."
"How much space do you need?"
"Not sure, depends upon how soon we get caught. If we're
lucky, lots, maybe Gigs."
The line was silent for a few minutes. I heard some key
taps over the phone. Then he came back on.
"1.800.555.5555. Target IP 55.55.55.55. Got it?"
"Yes." I said as I finished writing it down on a sticky.
"Keep that circuit open, if all goes right you should start
seeing data in about 15 minutes. And thanks."
He said, "All I want is to not get fired over this."
"If all goes well, you'll be a hero. Bye now."
"Let's go." I said to Debbie heading for the door.
The room was dark now except or the glow of the desktop
router.
"Shit!" I said as I put my pumps back on -needing both
hands to carry the equipment.
"What's wrong?"
"The router lights. They're gonna be flashing like there's
no tomorrow. Any one walking by will see it."
"Put it in the desk or something." She replied.
"Can't, it's wireless, the desks are metal."
"Then just cover it up."
"Too risky, we can't take a chance on disturbing the
wireless transmission. If the signal is too weak, it will
be too late to do anything about it."
"Wait, turn on a light for a second."
I didn't think it was wise, but I was beginning to trust
her more and more. So I complied. She went through her
purse and pulled out some nail polish.
"It's black. I hate it, but never got around to throwing it
out." She explained while she painted over the lights.
Not bad, I thought. These purses come in handy. When she
finished, she screwed the top on, stuffed it in her purse.
Again she pulled the gun.
"Please can you put that thing away, you're making me
nervous."
"Oh alright, but if I need it I'm using it. And I know how
to use it."
"Debbie, after seeing you in action, I doubt there's
anything you can't do."
We made our way down the hall way as silently as we could.
It's hard to imagine, just how much had happened to me in
the last hour. From driving down the high way, to sneaking
down this hallway in order to hack into my own high
security network. It was all pretty amazing. Debbie led the
way towards the cafeteria. Once in the kitchen, she looked
around and found an air exchange vent.
"This looks like a good place, get your stuff set up here
and hurry."
In ten minutes I had the PC plugged in, powered up and
connecting to the satellite.
"How much longer?" she asked.
"Dialing the number now."
Once connected, I verified we were plugged into the server.
"Got it!" I yelled. "Part one complete! Now let's get to
that router!"
Back into the hallway, we made our way over to the tech
side of the building. Things were going good. A little too
good. Lurking over here somewhere was Ms. Benders, goon
number one and, if he'd gotten out of the closet, a very
pissed off goon number two. We slowed down, became more
careful, quieter. Debbie reminded me of a swat team member,
the way she prowled around the corners. We were closing in
on the router room. Two more aisles and we'd be there.
Finally, with pounding hearts, we made it. The tension was
so thick you could ski on it.
"Damn!" I whispered.
"What's wrong now?" She asked.
"Electrical combination. If they're tracking those things,
they'll know right where we are. We won't have much time."
"Then lets get moving." She said, again visibly sweeping
the halls.
I pulled the remote control, pointed it at the lock and
pressed open. I heard a loud click and the door opened
slightly. We dashed in. Debbie hit the lights and I raced
to the only terminal in the room. I logged in, and, typing
like mad, added permission for my router to talk to the
secure network. Then I quickly deleted the logs that
tracked my efforts. Finally I changed the password to slow
down any one trying to follow our steps.
"Done!" I said.
"Cool, let's get the hell out of here." Debbie said already
on her way to the door.
She opened it police style again, checking both ways before
giving me the go ahead to run. I headed out into the hall,
keeping low. Damn, I wished I had taken off my heels, but I
wasn't about to stop now.
It was beginning to look like this just might work. I'd get
out of here with out anyone knowing I was a man. We'd get
the bad guys. And I'd be Debbie's hero.
I turned the corner and found myself staring straight down
the barrel of a gun. Thug number two. He pushed the barrel
to the tip of my nose and cocked the hammer. He motioned
with his free hand for me to rise.
"Up, up, up." He quietly said.
As I stood, he raised the gun, keeping it glued to my nose.
I almost wet myself.
"You wanna drop the gun or should I drop your friend here?"
He yelled past me.
Debbie must have turned the corner. "You drop the gun or I
shot you." I heard from behind me.
My stomach was doing back flips.
"The way I see it." He continued, "We got us a stand off.
I'd be willing to bet when I pull this trigger, there's a
good chance the bullet will go through her skull, exit the
backside of her head, and continue on into you. If not,
you'll be splattered with enough brains and blood to let me
get a second shot off first. Either way, I win. So, again,
put down the gun."
I heard a thud and saw him smile.
"Good girl, now kick it over to me."
Another thud, and I felt the gun hit my heel.
He backed away from me a little, still pointing the gun in
my general direction.
"Now if you ladies would be so kind, I know a couple of
people who are just dying to meet you."
To be continued.
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