Friday 10:22 AM, at Meriabeck.<\/p>\n
cbrooks: Thank God it’s Friday! “Hi Christopher, Jake’s printer doesn’t work and he wants it fixed asap.” Mary was Jake Gordon’s assistant and Jake usually sent her running to Christopher Brooks, the sys admin at Meriabeck, whenever something on the network didn’t work. Server not found<\/strong><\/p>\n He opened a shell instead:<\/p>\n ping p-ljc-sales.lan.meriabeck.com [enter] Connection timed out<\/em>, Christopher got an uneasy feeling when he thought about his irc session timing out.<\/p>\n Kathy Delgado walked into his office and blurted out. “Chris I’m unable to send emails, and the phones don’t work”. nslookup [enter]<\/p>\n The current directory is invalid.<\/strong><\/p>\n c: [enter] *** Default servers are not available “Did you say the phones didn’t work?” Christopher turned his attention to Kathy. Christopher wasn’t listening any more, he was running to the server room.<\/p>\n Inside the server room several of the servers had blue screened, others where shutting down. Within minutes there were a crowd of people in the server room, all of them wondering when everything would be back to normal, some of them were screaming.<\/p>\n What Christopher got most annoyed with were the ones trying to help or guess what had happened.<\/p>\n When someone asked, “have you checked the UPS’?” he almost cried. The best thing that happened during the morning was when Mary brought him a cup of coffee. As always the coffee at work tasted like a bad joke but right now it was sorely needed.<\/p>\n After bringing the first server back to life Christopher managed to relax a bit. He meant to phone Haven, or Sean as he was called in real life, to tell him that he wouldn’t be coming to the barbeque tonight. Sean was also a sys admin and his help could be useful. His mobile phone had been reset, for a moment he considered activating it but dropped that idea as he realized he didn’t have Sean’s number in his head. Since he got his first cell phone he had stopped remembering numbers. Christopher hardly ever saw Michel Bordeleau, the CEO of Meriabeck, but today when he walked into the server room the executive looked like a ghost.<\/p>\n “We have some serious trouble.” Michel said. After setting Michel and Kathy up with an Internet access, Christopher opened Outlook on his workstation and grabbed Sean’s number.<\/p>\n Sean was all excited when he called, and congratulated Christopher and the people at Meriabeck. At first Christopher hadn’t a clue of what his friend was talking about. 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\nHaven: No shit, I can’t wait to get out of here
\ncbrooks: Got any plans for later?
\nHaven: Yeah, Fred was talking about barbecuing want to join us for a few beers and perhaps a game of Risk?
\ncbrooks: Sounds great!
\nHaven: Nice, so what’s up?
\ncbrooks: Not much, I have to check the backup tapes, but things seem to be quite slow today.
\nHaven: Man, I hate that! It’s boring to no end.
\ncbrooks: Well it’s nice enough on some days, I might start doing the reporting for WSUS<\/a> if nothing comes up.
\nConnection timed out<\/p>\n
\n“His<\/em> printer?” Christopher sounded very confused, “I thought it was the sales department’s printer.”
\nMary smiled, “well he wants it fixed yesterday”.
\n“But it was working yesterday, why didn’t he print the document then?” Christopher joked, opening up Firefox and typing in http:\/\/p-ljc-sales\/.<\/p>\n
\n
\nUnknown host p-ljc-sales.lan.meriabeck.com<\/strong><\/p>\n
\n“Hang on,” Christopher said typing commands:<\/p>\n
\nnslookup [enter]<\/p>\n
\nDefault Server: UnKnown
\nAddress: 127.0.0.1<\/strong><\/p>\n
\n“Yep, both of them died when I was talking. When can you get the mail working?”
\n“Were you talking on both your phones at the same time?,” Mary asked with a laugh.<\/p>\n
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\nWhat is going on?<\/em>, he thought. The victorious feeling from bringing back the server had faded when he saw his cell phone and was utterly crushed when he heard a scream in the office.<\/p>\n
\n“I know,” Christopher started, “I’m working on getting everything back up.”
\n“Don’t touch anything, it will be needed as evidence.”
\n“Sir?” the sys admin said uneasily.
\n“What we need now is access to the Internet and a phone.”
\n“But the firewall is toast.”
\n“I don’t care. I just have to get online with my laptop. Ms. Delgado will also need to be connected.”
\n“We have an old D-link router I think we could connect.”
\n“Great,” Michel gave his cell phone to Christopher, “and can you fix this, I need to make a call.”
\n“Sure, but you won’t have access to your contacts.”
\n“That’s not a problem. I have them cached in Outlook. Remember, don’t touch anything.”<\/p>\n
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\nThe Art of Deception<\/a><\/p>\n