“There’s a reason I’m hearing about this,” I say.
“Sir, that’s correct. The company reached out to Defense. Their technicians insist that something, somehow, reset the pump speeds and valve settings. Sabotage, in other words, that produced pressures that overwhelmed the joints and welds. But it wasn’t done manually, there in person. Those places have tighter security than government offices.”
“Remotely,” I say.
“Sir, that’s correct. They think it was done remotely. But we can’t yet say for certain.”
But I bet I know who could. I peek over at Augie, who glances at his watch, unaware that I’m watching him.
“Suspects?” I ask.
“Nothing obvious to us yet,” Sam says. “We have ICS-CERT looking into it.”
He’s referring to DHS’s cyber-emergency response team for industrial control systems.
“But we know this much, sir. The Chinese tried to hack into our gas pipeline systems back in 2011, 2012,” he says. “Maybe this means they succeeded. If they exfiltrated credentials from a system user, they could do whatever they wanted inside the system.”
The Chinese. Maybe.
“I guess the number one question is, do we think…”
I glance at Augie, who is looking out the window.
Carolyn says, “Could this be Dark Ages?” She understands my reluctance to say too much in front of Augie. Once again, she’s right there with me, reading my thoughts, finishing my sentence so Augie won’t hear it.
I’m asking the question because I want to know.
But I’m also asking because I want to hear the secretary of homeland security’s response. Sam is one of the circle of eight who know about Dark Ages. Carolyn didn’t leak it. Liz Greenfield didn’t leak it. I’ve ruled out two of the eight.
Sam Haber is one of the six I haven’t ruled out.
Sam lets out air, shakes his head, like it feels wrong to him. “Well, Mr. President, Ms. Brock just informed me that we have reason to believe that today is the day.”
“Correct,” I say.
“She didn’t tell me our source for that information.”
“Correct,” I repeat. My way of saying, And we’re not going to tell you the source, Sam.
He waits a beat and realizes that more will not be forthcoming. Cocks his head, but otherwise doesn’t respond. “All right, well, sir, if that’s the case, then I acknowledge that the timing is suspect. But still, I must tell you that this feels different. Dark Ages is malware, a virus we discovered.”
Well, we didn’t exactly discover it. They—Augie and Nina—showed it to us. But Sam doesn’t know that. He doesn’t know that Augie even exists.
Or does he?
“But this—this seems to be a more conventional method, like spear-phishing,” he continues. “Trying to compromise a company executive, lulling him into opening an attachment on an e-mail or clicking on a link, which installs a malicious code that lets the hacker gain access to credentials and all kinds of sensitive information. Once you exfiltrate credentials and have that kind of access, you could do all sorts of things—like what happened here.”
“But how do we know that’s different from Dark Ages?” Carolyn presses. “We can’t say that Dark Ages didn’t come from spear-phishing. We have no idea how the virus got on the system.”
“You’re correct. I can’t rule it out yet. It’s only been a couple of hours. We’ll get right to work on it. We’ll get an answer ASAP.”
ASAP has a new meaning today.
“Mr. President,” says Sam, “we’ve reached out to all the gas companies about pipeline security. ICS-CERT is working with them on emergency mitigation protocols. We’re hopeful we can stop this from happening again.”
“Mr. President.” Alex nudges me. Our SUV has reached the helipad in eastern Virginia, the majestic green-and-white Marine helicopter illuminated only by the lights around the pad.
“Sam, I’m going to let you get back to it for now,” I say. “Keep Carolyn and Liz in the loop at all times. And only them. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir. I’m signing off.”
Sam’s third of the screen disappears. The screen adjusts, and Carolyn and Liz appear in larger images.
I turn to Alex. “Get Augie onto Marine One. I’ll be right there.”
I wait for Alex and Augie to leave the SUV. Then I turn to Carolyn and Liz.
I say, “Why would they want to blow up a defense contractor’s airplane plant?”
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I have no idea,” says Augie when I ask him the same question.
We are sitting inside Marine One, seated across from each other in lush, cream-colored leather seats, as the helicopter lifts silently into the air.
“I am not aware of any such action,” he says. “I played no part in such a thing.”
“Hacking into a pipeline system. Or a defense contractor’s system. You never did things like that?”
“Mr. President, if we are speaking generally, then yes, we have done such things. You are talking about spear-phishing, you said?”
“Yes.”
“Then yes, we have done these things. The Chinese perfected the art initially. They attempted to hack into your gas pipeline systems, did they not?”
The same point Sam Haber made.
“This is a matter of public knowledge, what the Chinese did,” says Augie. “But we did not do that here. Or I should say, I did not do that.”
“Is Suliman Cindoruk capable of hacking into our pipelines without you?”
“Of course he is. He has a team of such people. I would say that I was probably the most advanced, but we are not speaking of something that is difficult. Anyone can load a virus onto an e-mail and then hope that the target clicks on it.”
The Wild, Wild West, this cyberterrorism. This new, scary frontier. Anyone sitting on a couch in his underwear could undermine the security of a nation.
“You never heard anything about Los Angeles.”
“No.”
I sit back in my chair. “So you don’t know anything about this.”
“I do not,” he says. “And I cannot understand what would be to gain from blowing up a company that builds airplanes for you.”
I can’t disagree. What purpose would it serve to destroy a manufacturing plant?
There has to be something more to this.
“Okay. Okay, Augie.” I rub my eyes, fighting off exhaustion from the platelet transfusion, fighting off exasperation at constantly not knowing what is coming next. “So tell me. Tell me how you infiltrated our systems, and tell me what damage it will cause.”
Finally we have the chance. Since we first met at the stadium, what with dodging bullets and escaping from car ambushes and my collapsing near midnight, we haven’t had the chance to lock this down.
“I can assure you that our efforts were not so rudimentary as sneaking viruses into e-mails and hoping someone would open them,” he says. “And I can assure you that your code word ‘Dark Ages’ is an appropriate one.”
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I force down some coffee on Marine One, hoping to snap out of the medication-induced fog. I have to be on my game, 100 percent. This next step could be the most critical of all.
Dawn is just breaking, the clouds a magnificent fiery orange. Ordinarily I’d be deeply moved by the sight, a reminder of the omnipotence of nature, of how small we are in this world we inherited. But the clouds are instead a reminder of the fireball I just watched in Los Angeles via satellite images, and the rising sun tells me that the clock is ticking in deep, echoing gongs.