Digital Fortress Chapter 44

Phil Chartrukian stood fuming in the Sys-Sec lab. Strathmores words echoed in his head Leave now Thats an army He kicked the trash can and swore in the empty lab.Diagnostic, my ass Since when does the proxy director bypass Gauntlets filters?The Sys-Secs were well paid to protect the information processing system systems at the NSA, and Chartrukian had learned that there were only two job requirements be abruptly brilliant and exhaustively paranoid.Hell, he cursed, this isnt paranoia The fucking Run-Monitors reading eighteen hoursIt was a data processor virus. Chartrukian could feel it. There was little doubt in his mind what was leaving on Strathmore had made a mistake by bypassing Gauntlets filters, and now he was nerve-racking to cover it up with some half-baked story well-nigh a diagnostic.Chartrukian wouldnt have been quite so edgy had TRANSLTR been the only carry on. besides it wasnt. Despite its appearance, the great decoding beast was by no nitty-gritty an island. Al though the cryptographers believed Gauntlet was constructed for the sole purpose of protecting their code-breaking masterpiece, the Sys-Secs understood the truth. The Gauntlet filters served a much higher god. The NSAs main databank.The history behind the databanks construction had ever fascinated Chartrukian. Despite the efforts of the part of Defense to keep the Internet to themselves in the late 1970s, it was too useful a tool not to trace the public-sector. Eventually universities pried their way on. Shortly after that came the commercial servers. The floodgates opened, and the public poured in. By the early 90s, the governments once- set up Internet was a congested wasteland of public email and cyberporn.Following a number of unpublicized, yet highly damaging data processor infiltrations at the Office of Naval Intelligence, it became increasingly clear that government secrets were no longer safe on computers connected to the burgeoning Internet. The President, in conjuncti on with the Department of Defense, passed a classified decree that would fund a new, totally dependable government network to replace the tainted Internet and function as a link between U.S. intelligence agencies. To prevent further computer pilfering of government secrets, all sensitive data was relocated to one, highly secure location-the newly constructed NSA databank-the Fort Knox of U.S. intelligence data.Literally millions of the countrys most classified photos, tapes, documents, and videos were digitized and transferred to the coarse storage facility and then the hard copies were destroyed. The databank was protected by a triple-layer power relay and a tiered digital backup system. It was wantwise 214 feet underground to shield it from magnetic fields and possible explosions. Activities within the examine room were designated Top Secret Umbra the countrys highest direct of security.The secrets of the country had never been safer. This firm databank now housed blueprint s for advanced weaponry, witness protection lists, aliases of field agents, detailed analyses and proposals for masking operations. The list was endless. There would be no more black-bag jobs damaging U.S. intelligence.Of course, the officers of the NSA realized that stored data had value only if it was glide slopeible. The real coup of the databank was not getting the classified data off the streets, it was making it accessible only to the determine people. All stored information had a security rating and, depending on the level of secrecy, was accessible to government officials on a compartmentalized basis. A numbfish commander could dial in and check the NSAs most recent major planet photos of Russian ports, only when he would not have access to the plans for an anti-drug committee in South America. CIA analysts could access histories of known assassins but could not access launch codes reserved for the President.Sys-Secs, of course, had no clearance for the information in the databank, but they were responsible for its safety. Like all large databanks-from insurance companies to universities-the NSA facility was ceaselessly under attack by computer hackers trying to sneak a peek at the secrets waiting inside. But the NSA security programmers were the best in the world. No one had ever come close to infiltrating the NSA databank-and the NSA had no think to think anybody ever would.Inside the Sys-Sec lab, Chartrukian broke into a sweat trying to decide whether to leave. Trouble in TRANSLTR meant trouble in the databank too. Strathmores lack of concern was bewildering.Everyone knew that TRANSLTR and the NSA main databank were inextricably linked. Each new code, once broken, was fired from Crypto through 450 yards of fiber-optic cable to the NSA databank for safe keeping. The sacred storage facility had especial(a) points of entry-and TRANSLTR was one of them. Gauntlet was supposed to be the impregnable threshold guardian. And Strathmore had bypas sed it.Chartrukian could control his own heart pounding. TRANSLTRs been stuck eighteen hours The thought of a computer virus entering TRANSLTR and then running wild in the basement of the NSA proved too much. Ive got to report this, he blurted aloud.In a situation like this, Chartrukian knew there was only one person to call the NSAs senior Sys-Sec officer, the short-fused, 400-pound computer guru who had built Gauntlet. His nickname was Jabba. He was a demigod at the NSA-roaming the halls, put out virtual fires, and cursing the feeblemindedness of the inept and the ignorant. Chartrukian knew that as soon as Jabba heard Strathmore had bypassed Gauntlets filters, all hell would break loose. Too bad, he thought, Ive got a job to do. He grabbed the phone and dialed Jabbas twenty-four-hour cellular.