07-02-2015, 01:49 PM
As they made their way to Nox's place Connor couldn't help but notice his surroundings. Not exactly family friendly. If he had been single- or when he was younger- he might have come down here to check things out, had he known. It looked Nox's speed, that was for sure.
They entered what looked like an old warehouse or fire-station. The inside had been done up so that parts of it looked like an apartment. It reminded him of TV or movie sets, islands of homey furniture and atmosphere amid larger unwalled spaces. It seemed an odd place to live. Well, then again, if he was in his 20's and single, not so much.
It did make him wonder at Nox's sister though. As if thinking of her had been a summons, Nox handed him the wallet along with a beer and explained the encryption. He'd seen that kind of thing before, using RSA keys and such, though those had been broken years ago when quantum computers had finally gotten off the ground. It was just as well that he didn't have to try to break into the phone. Encryption was not his forte.
But what Nox wanted was doable. Nox excused himself to work out some of his stress and Connor let him to it. Instead he began to work on the phone, setting up a session with his own wallet. Then he set his wallet in holo-display mode and started to run a few little apps he'd found over the years. He found the connection header right away for the call that had been made. From there, he was able to get into the raw memory of the buffer for the old packets that made up the actual voice conversation. He didn't expect to find much. Recording sound was memory intensive and generated thousands of packets per second. Even a fraction of them was only enough to give him maybe a 10th of a second of actual sound. He played what he had anyway and just heard a blip of a man's voice. It did confirm Nox's account though.
No, what he needed was to uwrap the network protocol layers of the packets he had to track the location. Layer 10 network protocols sometimes embedded coordinates in the packets, depending on the manufacturer and OS on the phone. He hoped this was the case. Government workers- emergency responders and police and the like- always did for safety reasons. If they went missing, their last calls could help pinpoint the position. He expected it was the same with Atharim, given what they did. All he had to do was get past the security protocols to view the data enbedded in the packet headers. It would take a while, but with multiple packets, his software could find commonalities and break the encryption.
Finally, he had it. A location anyway. He pulled it up in his phone and saw that it was a fancy apartment complex downtown. He set a geo-tag on his and Nox's phone. He also pulled up the records and found the apartment owner. Cross Mining. A quick search brought up the company history. Around 100 years old. Family owned from Spain. Current CEO Esteban De La Cruz. The man was about Connor's age.
It was a start. He headed to the place Nox called the dojo- he found the use of the word funny- and spoke up. "Ok. I've got something."
They entered what looked like an old warehouse or fire-station. The inside had been done up so that parts of it looked like an apartment. It reminded him of TV or movie sets, islands of homey furniture and atmosphere amid larger unwalled spaces. It seemed an odd place to live. Well, then again, if he was in his 20's and single, not so much.
It did make him wonder at Nox's sister though. As if thinking of her had been a summons, Nox handed him the wallet along with a beer and explained the encryption. He'd seen that kind of thing before, using RSA keys and such, though those had been broken years ago when quantum computers had finally gotten off the ground. It was just as well that he didn't have to try to break into the phone. Encryption was not his forte.
But what Nox wanted was doable. Nox excused himself to work out some of his stress and Connor let him to it. Instead he began to work on the phone, setting up a session with his own wallet. Then he set his wallet in holo-display mode and started to run a few little apps he'd found over the years. He found the connection header right away for the call that had been made. From there, he was able to get into the raw memory of the buffer for the old packets that made up the actual voice conversation. He didn't expect to find much. Recording sound was memory intensive and generated thousands of packets per second. Even a fraction of them was only enough to give him maybe a 10th of a second of actual sound. He played what he had anyway and just heard a blip of a man's voice. It did confirm Nox's account though.
No, what he needed was to uwrap the network protocol layers of the packets he had to track the location. Layer 10 network protocols sometimes embedded coordinates in the packets, depending on the manufacturer and OS on the phone. He hoped this was the case. Government workers- emergency responders and police and the like- always did for safety reasons. If they went missing, their last calls could help pinpoint the position. He expected it was the same with Atharim, given what they did. All he had to do was get past the security protocols to view the data enbedded in the packet headers. It would take a while, but with multiple packets, his software could find commonalities and break the encryption.
Finally, he had it. A location anyway. He pulled it up in his phone and saw that it was a fancy apartment complex downtown. He set a geo-tag on his and Nox's phone. He also pulled up the records and found the apartment owner. Cross Mining. A quick search brought up the company history. Around 100 years old. Family owned from Spain. Current CEO Esteban De La Cruz. The man was about Connor's age.
It was a start. He headed to the place Nox called the dojo- he found the use of the word funny- and spoke up. "Ok. I've got something."