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THE SOCIAL NETWORK KINK MEME
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GENERAL RULES;
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ASK THE MODS * FAQ * DISCUSSION * RESEARCH * FILL LIST * PART ONE * PART ONE (OVERFLOW) * PART TWO * PART TWO (OVERFLOW) * PART THREE * (PART THREE (OVERFLOW)
GENERAL RULES;
IMPORTANT: please DO NOT post prompts about any non-public people as part of a prompt. for example: randi zuckerberg is fine ( Read more... )
“You need work. You need to hack. Obviously, you wouldn’t still be doing it or helping foreign nationals if it was something you could give up. But small hack jobs aren’t for you. It doesn’t hold any interest, you want something that has some aspect of case solving to it. Crime, death, rescues, ending the bad guy. I realize I run a social network but my programmers don’t just make social networking possible, we have other projects and you would be perfect for my security project,” Mark said quickly and with as little awkwardness as possible.
Wasp didn’t need to know that Mark had only had that idea about a week ago when the whole thing started. Or that he had yet to hire anyone for this idea but he knew she had to be one to head it up.
Maybe, he got her. Only it seemed curious as to why, Lisbeth could tell he was anti-social and probably from his tone a bit of an asshole but he seemed quite innocent. Like anything beyond acceptance was too much for him. He didn’t strike her as the kind that would hack into the Pentagon to save someone’s life or join a private business company spying on their clients.
She grew up hard, this guy whatever his name (as he too didn’t share) obviously had a nice life, and had a more self-indulged style to his computer interests than she did. Lisbeth used it for a purpose, to get Mikael off the hook, to find out her father was the man that was trying to having her killed, to finding the location of Vanger killer.
This guy was no Lisbeth, but it was almost funny how much personality wise they seem to have in common. Lisbeth was no people person herself, and she too often offended people with sarcasm. She almost wanted to say yes, just to see a battle of the hackers play out.
“I’ll consider your offer, if you help me on my next job,” she said finally.
“What kind of job?”
“The kind that leads to trouble, which doesn’t appear to be your forte… Mr…”
“Mark Zuckerberg.”
“Lisbeth Salander, Zuckerberg. Help me solve my case for Mikael Blomvist and I’ll do your security project.”
Mark knew the only choice was to say yes, he just hoped it wouldn’t lead to him being on trial for murder like it had been for her.
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Lisbeth sat down the file she had taken with them on the journey to this local cafe, Mark had his laptop in hand. They were sitting in the background so not be noticed by other patrons or someone that might see them doing something less than legal.
“You need to get better about lying,” she said handing him the file.
Mark stared at her blankly.
“You knew my name and about my record. Your face gave it away,” she remarked off handed.
“No one’s ever said that to me.”
Lisbeth shrugged and pointed to the file, “This is not a case where you can withhold information.”
Mark started flipping through it, on the cover looked to be a man in his mid-40’s kind of long shapely black hair with some grey and thinning spots on top. He had a long nose and he looked rather angry in the photograph.
It was a prison photograph of some kind but it was clearly from a nation besides the US or even Sweden based on the appearance of the room behind him.
“Goran Miloševic, he’s a Serbian slave trader. Millennium Magazine wants to do a story about women from other nations being transported to Sweden and used as sex slaves for powerful business owners,” Lisbeth began.
She pointed to another photo of a Swedish looking woman around 30 with long blonde hair and bruising all over her face. The woman had been beaten to death from the looks of the image.
“That’s Ingrid Jonsson, went missing six weeks ago after calling Mikael Blomvist that something unusual was going on her neighbourhood. The next morning after she was reported missing by her friend, Miloševic was found in her neighbourhood and arrested on sight,” Lisbeth informed him.
“Are you friends with him?”
Lisbeth nodded, “She was friends with Mikael too.”
“But not in the same biblical style you were?” Mark added.
That was impressive to Lisbeth. The genius might be a little bad at lying and not the greatest conversationalist, she had ever dealt with but clearly not only was intelligent, egotistical, and an ass but one with excellent observational skills.
How she managed to figure out that it was made up was anyone’s guess but if she was willing to consider it, Mark wasn’t about to turn it down.
“What exactly am I looking for?”
“Associates, whom he was doing business with. We can’t go to the prison to see him, so we need other ways to find out his dirty secrets. I’ve been on a trial looking for other victims and what they could possibly have in common,” Lisbeth said pulling out her research records collected so far.
There was a list of possible matches to missing people reported in other countries that looked like they were abducted and not murdered in a slave related scenario. A lot of them appeared to be 2nd world nations throughout Europe.
“What do you plan on doing with the data?”
Lisbeth shrugged silent with her answer, it was better to say nothing than actually confess to essentially committing a crime, even to the person she was hoping will be an ally in the end.
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The words, “is it worth it?” were playing strongly on his mind. He could walk out, take her answer as a no, and pretend this never happened.
No breaking into government records on prisoners, no spying on criminals and no passing information about possible dead women to a Magazine that was only going to publish this story and create unnecessary print which could lead to him being crucified by the American media.
Mark had a dozen reasons to say no, and only his ego and vanity and maybe some interested in her for saying yes. The answer to leave seemed the way to logically. In fact, under most circumstances (the Winklevoss’ drama for a prime example) he would have made a sarcastic remark and walked out.
Either Mark had lost his mind or he was becoming a sucker because he still hadn’t walked out, and now he was actually writing a hacking programme to access the Swedish government’s prison records.
Yeah, he was going to computer hell if such a thing existed.
Chris was going to murder him, and Dustin was going to blame him when he found Facebook being shut down by the Feds. Oh well, it was a nice run while they had it. Mark hoped federal prison would be kind.
“I mirrored your computer.”
“What’s that?” Mark asked he hadn’t been paying attention to the women across from him.
“You wanted to know how I did it? I was in your system following your moves, but I was an open proxy...”
“So he couldn’t get past your firewall to stop it,” Mark finished, “Spying a Fortune 500 company, wish I would have done it.”
Maybe this is the part where he should take the victory, he apparently was still the master, and she was good but obviously not him. It made sense except clearly she was a motivated by something else that Mark didn’t possess and was more resourceful.
He would have NEVER borrowed another hacker’s computer screen to get tips on stopping someone.
“Must have gotten some headache from whoever in China you used proxy wise to rip him off...”
“I used a port in the US. The guy they arrested also enjoyed child pornography. It was personal,” she confessed messing with the safety pins on her shoulder.
Mark studied them, “Are those attached?”
Lisbeth nodded as confirmation, “Little pain never hurt anyone.”
He balked at the idea of her skin being tied up by little silver pin, safety pins? Ouch.
She laughed at him and pulled out her own computer, “Help me get what I need, I’ll do the rest. No one will know. I’m not the master, but I’ll hack whatever you need for as long as you need it.”
“I wasn’t going to say no. I made up my mind hours ago. I could use a security monitor for Facebook off the record, which you’re good at. First thing will be not getting us arrested and showing you what you have missed in your street knowledge. That and hiding your tracks, we all knew you were there. You can’t work for me and have people know you’re searching the system.”
And that was how the team started to form.
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