made the call. “His cook says Vinay is home, sleeping.” Nirmal finished and took a sip of his Old Monk rum. “I suggest you send over a car.”
Vinay woke up with a start as the doorbell rang multiple times. Cursing under his breath, he opened the door to see two policemen in uniform with side arms. “Mr Garg? I am Inspector Dalal and this is Sub Inspector Sharma, Lodhi Road police station. You need to come immediately with us, Captain Nirmal sends his regards.
Promptly the door was slammed shut on their faces.
“Nirmal, you bastard! What the hell is this, sending armed men here like this? What’re you laughing about? Yea, yea, I am coming and this better not be a non-smoking joint! Yes, getting my stuff too … for the motherland … my ass! It’s gonna cost whoever sent these thullas.”
Vinay was still muttering to himself as he found himself being whizzed through Delhi streets with a motorcycle escort. Must be important if they are doing all this tamasha, he thought. “Hey, Dalal? Right? Mind if I have a smoke? You boys want one too?” he said aloud over the noise of the gypsy. The police officer shook his head politely to refuse while the other one looked stoically into the distance.
Dressed in flip-flops, a pair of jeans and a Stellar cigarette between his teeth, Vinay didn’t exactly reassure Sanjay. In fact, he found him repulsive.
“Where do I set my stuff up, Nirmal?” he ignored Sanjay and addressed Nirmal.
Verma decided to take things into his hands and said, “Mr Garg, you can use this room if it’s okay with you.”
“Nirmal, who is this guy? What the fuck is all this about?” Vinay continued ignoring Sanjay.
Finally, Nirmal spoke up, “Vinay, don’t be an ass, this is Sanjay and you are in the RAW office. We are his guests and he requires you to dip into some database … get your smokes … I will explain the whole deal … this way to the balcony,” Nirmal put his arms around Vinay and led him out.
Sanjay let out a sigh. He turned to the two policemen deputed to the Lodhi Road, “That will be all, thank you.”
He then made a call to John Peters. Peters was a communication specialist. Sanjay had asked him and two of his technicians to stay back, just in case.
“Well Peters, we got this whiz kid, I think he will require some high-powered net connection and some stuff. Can you please have a word with him? He is outside smoking.”
“Sure, let me have a word with this guy.”
Peters came in after a few minutes. “We will need half an hour to set it up. I think it’s better if we set him up in the basement. By the way, he seems very talented.” For the first time in the evening, Sanjay smiled.
It was at 0030 hours by the time Vinay, his Stellars and his coffee seemed settled for a long night. Vinay created a dummy IP and decided to route his actions through a server in Russia which he had used earlier to raid a Chinese army database. It wascompletely untraceable. Thus he created what some people call ‘a tunnel through cyberspace’.
Using the server as a detour, he broke into the Bank of Punjab security coordinator’s desktop. His name and designation was actually on the website with a name and a photograph.
It took Vinay about twenty minutes to find the code. Even he himself hadn’t thought it would be so simple.
“The old fool has actually made a word document of his passwords and mailed it to himself … how stupid can people be?” Vinay chuckled.
With the password and login details, Vinay now logged into the EDBI website as a client. Within a few minutes he was at the request download page. “Hey Sanjay, what date is it that you want to download the records for?”
Sanjay told him the ten-day period which had been given to him in the NIA discussion. “Okay, now let’s sit back as the shit downloads … and I am going out for some fresh air…,” Vinay said as he walked away from his Apple iBook.
By 0200 hours they had downloaded the files and shut down
Vinay woke up with a start as the doorbell rang multiple times. Cursing under his breath, he opened the door to see two policemen in uniform with side arms. “Mr Garg? I am Inspector Dalal and this is Sub Inspector Sharma, Lodhi Road police station. You need to come immediately with us, Captain Nirmal sends his regards.
Promptly the door was slammed shut on their faces.
“Nirmal, you bastard! What the hell is this, sending armed men here like this? What’re you laughing about? Yea, yea, I am coming and this better not be a non-smoking joint! Yes, getting my stuff too … for the motherland … my ass! It’s gonna cost whoever sent these thullas.”
Vinay was still muttering to himself as he found himself being whizzed through Delhi streets with a motorcycle escort. Must be important if they are doing all this tamasha, he thought. “Hey, Dalal? Right? Mind if I have a smoke? You boys want one too?” he said aloud over the noise of the gypsy. The police officer shook his head politely to refuse while the other one looked stoically into the distance.
Dressed in flip-flops, a pair of jeans and a Stellar cigarette between his teeth, Vinay didn’t exactly reassure Sanjay. In fact, he found him repulsive.
“Where do I set my stuff up, Nirmal?” he ignored Sanjay and addressed Nirmal.
Verma decided to take things into his hands and said, “Mr Garg, you can use this room if it’s okay with you.”
“Nirmal, who is this guy? What the fuck is all this about?” Vinay continued ignoring Sanjay.
Finally, Nirmal spoke up, “Vinay, don’t be an ass, this is Sanjay and you are in the RAW office. We are his guests and he requires you to dip into some database … get your smokes … I will explain the whole deal … this way to the balcony,” Nirmal put his arms around Vinay and led him out.
Sanjay let out a sigh. He turned to the two policemen deputed to the Lodhi Road, “That will be all, thank you.”
He then made a call to John Peters. Peters was a communication specialist. Sanjay had asked him and two of his technicians to stay back, just in case.
“Well Peters, we got this whiz kid, I think he will require some high-powered net connection and some stuff. Can you please have a word with him? He is outside smoking.”
“Sure, let me have a word with this guy.”
Peters came in after a few minutes. “We will need half an hour to set it up. I think it’s better if we set him up in the basement. By the way, he seems very talented.” For the first time in the evening, Sanjay smiled.
It was at 0030 hours by the time Vinay, his Stellars and his coffee seemed settled for a long night. Vinay created a dummy IP and decided to route his actions through a server in Russia which he had used earlier to raid a Chinese army database. It wascompletely untraceable. Thus he created what some people call ‘a tunnel through cyberspace’.
Using the server as a detour, he broke into the Bank of Punjab security coordinator’s desktop. His name and designation was actually on the website with a name and a photograph.
It took Vinay about twenty minutes to find the code. Even he himself hadn’t thought it would be so simple.
“The old fool has actually made a word document of his passwords and mailed it to himself … how stupid can people be?” Vinay chuckled.
With the password and login details, Vinay now logged into the EDBI website as a client. Within a few minutes he was at the request download page. “Hey Sanjay, what date is it that you want to download the records for?”
Sanjay told him the ten-day period which had been given to him in the NIA discussion. “Okay, now let’s sit back as the shit downloads … and I am going out for some fresh air…,” Vinay said as he walked away from his Apple iBook.
By 0200 hours they had downloaded the files and shut down
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