Echelon Conspiracy Page #3

Who are you working with,

Mr. Peterson?

Oh, my God, nobody!

I don't know what

you're talking about.

I'll make it easy.

Yuri Malinin.

A known hackerfrom Moscow.

We have a tape of you and him

exchanging equipment.

No, look, I just met him today. He

picked me up from the airport, okay?

Who's sending the messages?

I told you, I don't know, okay?

I got a package and...

You know, no one knows you're here.

Who's sending the messages?

Look, I swear, you gotta believe me,

I don't know.

Who's sending the messages?

Please, I don't know!

Oh, God, just, no, don't!

Bye, Sunshine.

No!

I don't know who sent

the messages, okay?

You know what?

I believe you.

Still resourceful, I see.

This is my town, remember?

Have a seat. Can we get you something?

Cappuccino?

What are you doing here, Dave?

We clean our own house.

This is biggerthan your house, John.

You think I'd fly here and pull the strings

to conduct this operation if it wasn't?

All right.

How about you clue me in?

I'd say you owe me

at least that much.

And I'll take coffee, black,

thank you.

Okay, John.

We've been investigating people...

...receiving financial tips

via text and SMS.

The recipients have

all been American.

Otherthan that, they seem random.

The first was an executive at Axapris,

a major credit bureau.

The next, a realtor.

They both received tips

to buy stocks.

The stocks went up.

Now, once the person is

hooked on making easy money...

...we think they start receiving

instructions.

Last week we found another...

An IT administrator at the

Department of Defense.

She made a million

dollars buying stocks...

...before a co-worker noticed her

receiving unusual text messages.

Then one night she receives

a message...

...and shuts down the firewalls

to the Pentagon's servers.

Who sent the messages?

The senderfields on the texts are

always blank and untraceable.

Can't you interrogate the recipients?

I would.

But they're all dead.

Now you see why your guy

is so important.

You got tipped to the woman.

How did you find Peterson?

We intercepted a similar

text in Bangkok...

...ID-ed him, showed a

sudden ticket to Prague.

I hopped on the next flight.

Doesn't sound like

FBI technology.

I'm coordinating with

Burke at NSA on this.

Oh, Mr. Total Information

Awareness, huh?

Yeah. He's shitting bricks afterthe

DOD incident.

They can trace the texts

if Peterson plays ball.

Can I count on your help?

You have a good nap, Sunshine?

You all right?

Option one,

you can help us nail these bastards.

Option two, you can go

to prison forfraud.

So, what will it be, one ortwo?

Oh, gee, let me think.

Good.

Come on.

I'll give you a ride back to the hotel.

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