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netwars - The Code - Compilation One

E-BookEPUB0 - No protectionE-Book
360 Seiten
Englisch
Bastei Lübbeerschienen am05.01.20151. Aufl. 2015
netwars: The Code - Compilation, for the first time all six episodes of the serial cyber thriller appear in one collection.

-- Hackers. Cyber warfare. Terrorism. Forget Edward Snowden and the NSA. Do you really know who's monitoring your data?

-- Welcome to the Deep Web. Those parts of the internet no search engine explores. The place where you can buy anything. Drugs, children, weapons. Anyone can do it. And get away free.

-- It all starts with a plane crash. Anthony Prince, head of PrinceSec, a firm that provides high-tech security for the government and major corporations, dies in an airplane accident when crossing the English Channel. Responsible for Prince's death is a hacker named Strider, whose real name is Scott Mitchell. During his day job at the National Cyber Crime Unit (NCCU) Mitchell uses legitimate means to get the bad guys. As Strider, he pushes the boundaries of the law to punish them. On the night of Anthony Prince's death, PrinceSec suffers a cyber-attack. Passwords, secrets, security measures to high profile targets are stolen. When the NCCU is called to assess the damage, they find a link between Prince and a criminal hacker group called Black Flag.

The race is on for Mitchell to protect his identity as Strider and to stop Black Flag before the next attack.

-- netwars: The Code is part of a transmedia project based on real facts and cyber-attack scenarios. The project spans multiple story platforms including a fact-based website (www.netwars-project.com) and the interactive graphic novel app 'netwars: The Butterfly Attack.' For fans of Dave Eggers, THE CIRCLE; Daniel Suarez, DARKNET; the movie ENEMY OF THE STATE, and espionage and high-tech thrillers.

-- About the Author: M. Sean Coleman launched his career as one of the original writers on Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy Online. He has since written and produced original, award-winning shows for MSN, O2, Sony Pictures, Fox, the BBC, and Channel 4. He continues to write novels, graphic novels and tv scripts from his home in London.



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Klappentextnetwars: The Code - Compilation, for the first time all six episodes of the serial cyber thriller appear in one collection.

-- Hackers. Cyber warfare. Terrorism. Forget Edward Snowden and the NSA. Do you really know who's monitoring your data?

-- Welcome to the Deep Web. Those parts of the internet no search engine explores. The place where you can buy anything. Drugs, children, weapons. Anyone can do it. And get away free.

-- It all starts with a plane crash. Anthony Prince, head of PrinceSec, a firm that provides high-tech security for the government and major corporations, dies in an airplane accident when crossing the English Channel. Responsible for Prince's death is a hacker named Strider, whose real name is Scott Mitchell. During his day job at the National Cyber Crime Unit (NCCU) Mitchell uses legitimate means to get the bad guys. As Strider, he pushes the boundaries of the law to punish them. On the night of Anthony Prince's death, PrinceSec suffers a cyber-attack. Passwords, secrets, security measures to high profile targets are stolen. When the NCCU is called to assess the damage, they find a link between Prince and a criminal hacker group called Black Flag.

The race is on for Mitchell to protect his identity as Strider and to stop Black Flag before the next attack.

-- netwars: The Code is part of a transmedia project based on real facts and cyber-attack scenarios. The project spans multiple story platforms including a fact-based website (www.netwars-project.com) and the interactive graphic novel app 'netwars: The Butterfly Attack.' For fans of Dave Eggers, THE CIRCLE; Daniel Suarez, DARKNET; the movie ENEMY OF THE STATE, and espionage and high-tech thrillers.

-- About the Author: M. Sean Coleman launched his career as one of the original writers on Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy Online. He has since written and produced original, award-winning shows for MSN, O2, Sony Pictures, Fox, the BBC, and Channel 4. He continues to write novels, graphic novels and tv scripts from his home in London.



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Weitere ISBN/GTIN9783732503940
ProduktartE-Book
EinbandartE-Book
FormatEPUB
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Erscheinungsjahr2015
Erscheinungsdatum05.01.2015
Auflage1. Aufl. 2015
Seiten360 Seiten
SpracheEnglisch
Artikel-Nr.2190138
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Genre9200

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Leseprobe
RULE #1: Always Introduce Yourself

Targets should know that they have been attacked and understand why. Ultimately, they must know that their secret is out.

He hated Paris in the springtime. It was all such a cliché - couples walking hand-in-hand along the Champs-Élysées, and kissing for posed photographs beneath the Eiffel Tower, or buying overpriced, single-stem roses from street hawkers at pavement cafes simply because every other couple there had just done exactly the same thing. Of course, he understood that they were all just fulfilling a romantic stereotype, it was what they had come here for, but it was the sheer unoriginality of it all that annoyed him - countless couples going through the motions of being in love to such an extent that Romance Tourism was now a major business in Paris.

Strider, as he was known online, sat in his elegant apartment, just off the Rue de Sévigné listening to the evening bustle of the 3rd Arrondissement, and wondered again what had happened to make him so cynical? Why should he care if people downloaded their love lives wholesale from the movies. At least it gave them a framework within which to conduct the relationship. If it made them happy, why should it bother him so much how they went about it? Perhaps it was his own lack of interest in having a relationship that upset him more. It seemed that the very thing every other human sought out had always left him cold. It wasn´t that he had anything against women, in fact he found them fascinating, and he had an appropriate understanding of men, but when it came to relationships, even friendships, the whole concept just seemed so illogical. Why would you allow another person to get that close to you? Or get to know you that well? How could you let someone look into your soul and see you for who you really are? He simply couldn´t understand the appeal. He had never let anybody know him to that extent. Not even those who would call themselves friends knew what Strider did or who he was. He would always be alone, ultimately, and there was something about being in Paris that hammered that fact home.

Still, in a matter of hours this would all be over, and he would be on a high-speed train bound for the relative normality of London and far away from the capital of romance. These last hours had passed pleasingly slowly. During the final moments of any assignment, time seemed to slip and slide at different paces - ponderously slowly for hours and then, when the moment of truth finally arrived, he was always afraid it would pass too quickly and he would miss it altogether. He could feel the quickening in the pit of his stomach. A feeling of nervous excitement, but with something else in it - something almost spiritual. This was his calling.

His apartment - one of several safe havens he had dotted around Europe - was both his laboratory and his office. It had been modified to filter out much of the rough noise of the city below, and today he had appreciated the silence more than ever as he had spent the afternoon checking and rechecking his work, making sure everything was perfect. After months of preparation, it all came down to this one brief moment of absolute concentration. He needed to focus now; a man´s death depended on it.

Anthony Prince strode out onto the tarmac at Paris-Le Bourget airport and headed directly to his small private jet - a Cessna Citation Mustang. His pride and joy. Prince had often joked that if it were a toss-up between saving his wife and saving the Cessna, the plane would always win. In truth, it already had. One of the reasons he was going back to London tonight was to explain to his wife why he had to leave her - to tell her his side of the story. There was no point continuing to live a lie, but he felt he owed her a version of the truth she could live with. Besides, there were things he needed to do in London before he vanished for good.

He pulled the collar of his designer coat up around his ears and bent his head against the cold rain. He had hoped to be in the air before this weather front had come in, but he had been caught in yet another series of calls from his business partner in London. The company was in the middle of rolling out upgrades to its flagship security software, Cryptos, and the process needed Prince on hand. As CEO of PrinceSec - a specialist security software company which supplied governments and private corporations with state-of-the-art cyber security systems around Europe - Anthony Prince had built an enormously successful company on the back of a single piece of code, and he had done it all by hard work and a healthy disrespect for fair play. He was in the pocket of a number of major players in the UK and, thanks to this new software roll-out, he was expanding his trade to the EU.

Prince loved being in control and he loved exerting his power. Right now, however, he felt completely out of control. He needed to get back to the UK. He needed to get rid of the evidence, and he needed to get the hell out of there again, before the morning news broke, bringing all of his skeletons crashing out of the closet with it.

He climbed into the empty plane alone. Prince insisted on flying himself whenever he could, despite the company´s protests. It was a control thing, but it was one of very few moments when he could concentrate fully on something other than running the company. Just him, the plane and the elements. No calls, no meetings, nothing else to think about but keeping the bird in the air and putting her down safely. He was a good pilot.

He smiled grimly as he settled himself into the small cockpit and began the preflight sequence. He liked it here. Paris-Le Bourget was a small airport with a rich aviation history, the most seminal and famous event in its illustrious past being the arrival on 21 May 1927 of Charles Lindbergh - the first man to make a solo crossing of the Atlantic in his famous single engine monoplane, the Spirit of St Louis. Despite the relative comfort of his own small Cessna, in these moments before take-off Prince usually liked to imagine himself as one of those great heroes of aviation history, strapped into an old plane, unsure if this flight would be his last. Today felt different. Today he didn´t feel at all heroic. He felt like he was fleeing the battlefield.

He slipped his laptop into the small strongbox beside the co-pilot´s seat. Even though he was alone on this flight, he liked to have the machine under lock and key - there were secrets there he needed to keep close. Of course, even if someone got hold of his laptop, the heavy encryption on his files and his almost impenetrable password system would make it very difficult for all but the most serious hackers to find anything incriminating, but even so, he felt comforted to know it was locked up. Especially right now. He needed to get back to the UK and download the data onto his secure server and wipe the drive. It was the same procedure after every one of these little extra-curricular trips of his, but all the more important now that his secret was out. He needed to destroy any evidence linking him to his contacts. He might be able to escape the UK authorities if he was careful, but if any of his new associates were implicated, they would find him and they would kill him without question. There must be no trace.

Good evening Tower, Citation Charlie Juliet Four, holding short runway two right,´ he said to the control tower. He felt his voice wavering and cleared his throat.

Citation Charlie Juliet Four, winds 200 at 7, runway two right, cleared for takeoff,´ came the reply in a heavy French accent.

Prince leaned lightly on the throttle and felt the engines respond to his touch. He pushed the plane through the streaming rain towards the end of runway two, wipers pumping across the windscreen. Despite hundreds of hours of amassed flight time, he still felt nervous going up at night and in the rain. He had no choice today though, he didn´t have much time.

If you ever have any doubts, don´t fly,´ his flying instructor had drilled into him. He wasn´t sure that the advice stretched to fear of being arrested on landing.

Come on Tony! With both balls!´ he hollered to himself above the strain of the engine. The strangely encouraging phrase was a family tradition that had come from his Spanish father´s playful abuse of his son whenever Anthony Prince was being feeble. Vamos Antonio! Con dos cojones!´ he would bellow joyously, and Anthony would laugh and redouble his efforts. Crude, but effective,´ thought Prince fondly. As he pushed the throttle forward, the small plane bumped and jostled along the runway, gathering speed. The rain pounded against the windshield and the headlights barely penetrated the gloom.

Paris in the spring time, my arse,´ muttered Prince as the plane nosed up into the air with a small wobble.

It was a flight he made frequently, crossing the channel and heading across southern England up to the small airport in Surrey where Roger, his driver, would be waiting to pick him up. Even in this weather, it was a pretty straightforward run. He eased the plane out of its ascent, wishing he could see further into the gloom.

Have faith in your instruments, he thought. Seconds after the thought crossed his mind, a beep from the console indicated he had reached his desired altitude.

Easy money,´ he said out loud. It was one of his favourite phrases.

Once he had signed off with the tower and double checked all of his readouts, he put the...
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