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during my years in the Cold War as an agent in East Germany, I leraned to run operations through a series of cutouts, so that should the KGB rumble one of my operatives, the trail would not lead back to me.
Of course, in order to perpetrate the DFL hoax, I first needed to create a plausible fake identity to take the blame, in case DFL got rumbled.
So for weeks, the mild mannered BarryD asked reasonable questions about buying a boat, to establish his cover. Then, using IP spoofing and a satellite uplink to fool the sniffers, I created a hotmail account, Telnetted from there to the Pentagon servers, and in through the back door to create a Virtual Estate Agent.
By playing the parts of both BarryD and DFL, I was able to create a suitable occasion to allow me to bin the thread, under my assumed guise of Kim Hollamby. Sevaral fake posts later, having hacked in and become both matts, PaulineB and a Chartered Chimpanzee from Dumbarton, I confessed.
But, such was the depths of my cunning, that no-one bit. And so, after allowing KH to rumble me through the old IP tracking trick, the virtual BarryD takes the fall. Ahh, Colonel Pavlekov would have laughed at that one, if only I'd left him alive to laugh. But he had to go, you know. He knew too much...
Of course, in order to perpetrate the DFL hoax, I first needed to create a plausible fake identity to take the blame, in case DFL got rumbled.
So for weeks, the mild mannered BarryD asked reasonable questions about buying a boat, to establish his cover. Then, using IP spoofing and a satellite uplink to fool the sniffers, I created a hotmail account, Telnetted from there to the Pentagon servers, and in through the back door to create a Virtual Estate Agent.
By playing the parts of both BarryD and DFL, I was able to create a suitable occasion to allow me to bin the thread, under my assumed guise of Kim Hollamby. Sevaral fake posts later, having hacked in and become both matts, PaulineB and a Chartered Chimpanzee from Dumbarton, I confessed.
But, such was the depths of my cunning, that no-one bit. And so, after allowing KH to rumble me through the old IP tracking trick, the virtual BarryD takes the fall. Ahh, Colonel Pavlekov would have laughed at that one, if only I'd left him alive to laugh. But he had to go, you know. He knew too much...
