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05-27-2019, 01:13 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-01-2022, 01:08 AM by Fearless Community.
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"Interesting" he states to himself, almost a whisper his speech trailing off like the echo of a gunshot. "Well, well, well, seems we proved a little too inspirational, they say imitation is the highest form of flattery after all"
A thin smirk spreads across his lined face, time has not been kind to this man, a face worn by duty and responsibility, the smirk spreads into a smile, as his eyes narrow, the light of the computer screen reflecting in them, mimicking the intensity of a dying star in the blue of his eyes.
Depressing a switch on his desk, the computer's harddrive whirs into life, and a flat mechanical voice states, "voice recognition software activated, enter user credentials and biometrics"
"Eisenhorn, Gregor, formerly known as Massani Zaeed, Secretary General of Legal Affairs, Ministry of Peace"
"Voice pattern recognised, enter biometrics"
With practised motion and tired ease, he places his thumb on the print reader, as the concealed scanner registers his retina and iris patterns.
"Access granted", is all the machine voice states in reply.
Scrolling through the latest data reports he barely nods in acknowledgment of the developments, almost robotically assimilating the data and deciding on a course of action, "interesting, seems like they've taken an interest" he says flatly to nobody in particular, no emotion betrayed in his voice. Methodically he rolls up his sleeves, and takes a sip from the glass of whiskey on his desk, his eyes never leaving the screen before him, he was in that place now, a place of purpose, where all the noise of the world was drowned out, as his mind raced to formulate a plan.
"Looks like it's time to get a message out" opening cmd he enters a few words,
exploit/windows/smb/eternalblue_doublepulsar
> set payload windows.x64/meterpreter/bind_tcp
> show options
> setRHOST IP ***.***.*.*
> set targetarchitecture x64
> show options
"I'll leave my old friend a message on his system, that should get his attention, they'll of noticed the access by now, either way we'll of got their attention"
">For the attention of Mr Anthony Válaris, formerly known as Michael Stanson, we meet again, I apologise for the impropriety of this intrusion, but it was the quickest means to deliver a secure message to you. It seems we both have new names now, I am Gregor Eisenhorn, formerly known to you as Zaeed Massani.
We noticed, a small spike in traffic to one of your systems, and given recent events I didn't think it could be a coincidence, you may believe the Ministry has returned, we do not know who this group is, or why they are here, they use our name, even our abbreviation, even have remarkably similar callsigns, but we know one thing, they are not affiliated with us, they are not US, we had and do not have any ill will towards your company, affiliations or agencies, this message is simply a courtesy, we are informing you our situation and position towards you has not changed, we are not your enemy, and if anything where to happen to this group using our name, we would not care.
I trust you understand what this means, take care now, we will be watching with great interest"
Leaning back into his chair he sighs, and let's out a laugh, "never pet a burning dog they say, well someone just did, looks like today is the day the abyss stares back, I wonder if they'll like what they found down here"
Taking a sip from his glass, he shuts down the computer, and lights a cigarette, before stepping out on the deck of the Ministry Of Peace Ship Athena, "well the sunset sure is lovely in the Philippines this time of year, I'm almost excited to see what happens now.
A thin smirk spreads across his lined face, time has not been kind to this man, a face worn by duty and responsibility, the smirk spreads into a smile, as his eyes narrow, the light of the computer screen reflecting in them, mimicking the intensity of a dying star in the blue of his eyes.
Depressing a switch on his desk, the computer's harddrive whirs into life, and a flat mechanical voice states, "voice recognition software activated, enter user credentials and biometrics"
"Eisenhorn, Gregor, formerly known as Massani Zaeed, Secretary General of Legal Affairs, Ministry of Peace"
"Voice pattern recognised, enter biometrics"
With practised motion and tired ease, he places his thumb on the print reader, as the concealed scanner registers his retina and iris patterns.
"Access granted", is all the machine voice states in reply.
Scrolling through the latest data reports he barely nods in acknowledgment of the developments, almost robotically assimilating the data and deciding on a course of action, "interesting, seems like they've taken an interest" he says flatly to nobody in particular, no emotion betrayed in his voice. Methodically he rolls up his sleeves, and takes a sip from the glass of whiskey on his desk, his eyes never leaving the screen before him, he was in that place now, a place of purpose, where all the noise of the world was drowned out, as his mind raced to formulate a plan.
"Looks like it's time to get a message out" opening cmd he enters a few words,
exploit/windows/smb/eternalblue_doublepulsar
> set payload windows.x64/meterpreter/bind_tcp
> show options
> setRHOST IP ***.***.*.*
> set targetarchitecture x64
> show options
"I'll leave my old friend a message on his system, that should get his attention, they'll of noticed the access by now, either way we'll of got their attention"
">For the attention of Mr Anthony Válaris, formerly known as Michael Stanson, we meet again, I apologise for the impropriety of this intrusion, but it was the quickest means to deliver a secure message to you. It seems we both have new names now, I am Gregor Eisenhorn, formerly known to you as Zaeed Massani.
We noticed, a small spike in traffic to one of your systems, and given recent events I didn't think it could be a coincidence, you may believe the Ministry has returned, we do not know who this group is, or why they are here, they use our name, even our abbreviation, even have remarkably similar callsigns, but we know one thing, they are not affiliated with us, they are not US, we had and do not have any ill will towards your company, affiliations or agencies, this message is simply a courtesy, we are informing you our situation and position towards you has not changed, we are not your enemy, and if anything where to happen to this group using our name, we would not care.
I trust you understand what this means, take care now, we will be watching with great interest"
Leaning back into his chair he sighs, and let's out a laugh, "never pet a burning dog they say, well someone just did, looks like today is the day the abyss stares back, I wonder if they'll like what they found down here"
Taking a sip from his glass, he shuts down the computer, and lights a cigarette, before stepping out on the deck of the Ministry Of Peace Ship Athena, "well the sunset sure is lovely in the Philippines this time of year, I'm almost excited to see what happens now.