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Stealing the Network - How to Own an Identity, Syngress

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Stealing the Network - How to Own an Identity
Raven Alder, Jay Beale, Riley “Caezar” Eller, Brian Hatch,
Chris Hurley (Roamer), Jeff Moss, Ryan Russell, Tom Parker

Timothy Mullen (Thor) Contributing Author and Technical Editor
Johnny Long Contributing Author and Technical Editor

Contents
Foreword
Part I Evasion
Prologue From the Diary of Robert Knoll, Senior
By Ryan Russell . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .3
My name, my real name, is Robert Knoll, Senior. No middle name.
Most of those that matter right now think of me as Knuth. But I am
the man of a thousand faces, the god of infinite forms.
Identity is a precious commodity. In centuries past, those who
fancied themselves sorcerers believed that if you knew a being’s true
name, you could control that being. Near where I live now, there are
shamans that impose similar beliefs on their people.The secret is that
if you grant such a man, an agency, this power over yourself through
your beliefs or actions, then it is true.
Chapter 1 In The Beginning…
By Caezar as The Woman With No Name . . . . . . . . . . . . . .7
Looking over her shoulder in the terminal, she decided finally to give
in to the need to rest. Long-ignored memories flooded across her
closed eyes, drew her back into meditation and a thousandth review
of her oldest project.
In days long past, she built her first power base by transferring
pirated software into the States from Europe. Since the day she
returned from her first world tour, she only pretended to operate
without a safety net. She slept like a baby in the worst circumstance
because she could always fall back onto Plan B. When she found a
knot of stress, she meditated by replaying that first big trip and the get
out of jail free card she created….
Chapter 2 Sins of the Father
By Ryan Russell as Robert . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .23
The young man stood holding the handle of his open front door,
looking at the two men in dark suits on his porch.“So, who are you
this time? FBI again?”
“Uh, I’m Agent Comer with the United States Secret Service,
and this is…” As Agent Comer turned, the young man cut him off.
“Secret Service.Well, come on in!” he said, with a tone that
could only be interpreted as mock enthusiasm. He left the front door
swung wide, and strode down the entry hall, his back to the two
agents.The two agents looked at each other, and Agent Comer
motioned his partner inside. As they stepped past the threshold, Agent
Comer quietly closed the front door behind him.
Chapter 3 Saul on the Run
By Chris Hurley as Saul . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .53
Dan Smith shuddered as he re-read the report that Simon Edwards,
the security auditor, had submitted. Dear Sirs:
I have been called upon by my firm (on behalf of St. James
hospital) to investigate the possible wireless compromise
detected, which has continued for the past three or four weeks.
Chapter 4 The Seventh Wave
By Thor as Ryan . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .85
“Eleven,” answered Ryan, the stress evident in her voice.
“Maybe even a 12.”
On the other end of the phone was Daniela, Ryan’s friend and
fellow dancer.“Come on, Capri, is it really that bad? ”Though
Daniela knew Capri was just Ryan’s stage name, she used the bogus
alias anyway—the concern in her voice no less genuine. Having
known Ryan for more than a year now, she knew her friend was not
prone to exaggeration. And given that the question Daniela asked
Ryan was “How bad is it on a scale of one to ten?” she was worried.
Chapter 5 Bl@ckTo\/\/3r
By Brian Hatch as Glenn . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .111
I have no idea if Charles is a hacker. Or rather, I know he’s a hacker;
I just don’t know if he wears a white or black hat.
Anyone with mad skills is a hacker—hacker is a good word: it
describes an intimate familiarity with how computers work. But it
doesn’t describe how you apply that knowledge, which is where the
old white-hat / black-hat bit comes from. I still prefer using “hacker”
and “cracker,” rather than hat color. If you’re hacking, you’re doing
something cool, ingenious, for the purposes of doing it. If you’re
cracking, then you’re trying to get access to resources that aren’t
yours. Good versus bad. Honorable versus dishonest.
Chapter 6 The Java Script Café
By Raven Alder as Natasha . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .141
Natasha smiled winningly as she prepared a double-caramel latte, 2%
milk, no whipped cream.The entrepreneurial customer across the
counter smiled back with perfect white teeth.
“It’s really amazing that you can do this!” he enthused. 
“I didn’t have to say a word.”
“Well, with our custom biometric systems, we can remember
everyone’s regular order and get it perfect every time,” Natasha said.
“That’s the technological wave of the future.”
Chapter 7 Death by a Thousand Cuts
By Johnny Long with Anthony Kokocinski . . . . . . . . . . .155
Knuth was a formidable opponent. He was ultra-paranoid and
extremely careful. He hadn’t allowed his pursuers the luxury of traditional
“smoking gun” evidence. No, Knuth’s legacy would not suffer a
single deadly blow; if it was to end, it would be through a death by a
thousand tiny cuts.
Chapter 8 A Really Gullible Genius Makes Amends
By Jay Beale as Flir . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .211
Flir had screwed up. He had royally screwed up. He’d stolen over
40,000 social security numbers, names and addresses from his college’s
class registration system. If that wasn’t bad enough, he’d been fooled
into over-nighting them to the Switzerland address that Knuth had
given him. He’d sealed their fate yesterday with that damned FedEx envelope!
If only he’d known yesterday what he knew now, maybe he’d
have done the right thing. Flir mulled it over as the panic set in.
Chapter 9 Near Miss
By Tom Parker as Carlton . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .235
I had been with the agency for almost eight months, most of which I
had spent learning my way about the agency and re-arranging what I
had left of my personal life. As fulfilling as my role at my previous
employer had been, I had become heavily involved in several computer
crime investigations.The agency decided that I was ‘their guy’
for heading up any investigation that involved anything with a transistor
in it, and I decided that it was time for a change.
Chapter 10 There’s Something Else
By Johnny Long with Anthony Kokocinski . . . . . . . . . . .273
Joe stood in his bathroom, faced the mirror, and adjusted his tie.
Either his tie was straight, or he was really tired. He was running late
for work, and normally he would have been anxious, but he didn’t
get out of the office until 11:34 last night. As his thoughts about his
pile of casework meandered through his mind, his Motorola two-way
pager sprang to life. Instinctively, he reached for it. Pages like this dictated
days, weeks, and sometimes months of his life.
Epilogue: The Chase
By Johnny Long . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .291
As I left the roadside diner, I felt entirely confident that Agent
Summers was going to need my help eventually. He was obviously
not a field agent, and I decided I would hang around and monitor
him from a safe distance, at least until his team showed up. I pulled a
U-turn a long way down the highway and parked in a lot outside a
run-down strip mall. I reached into the back seat, found my tactical
bag, and opening it quickly found my trusty 4Gen AMT night vision
binoculars. I focused them quickly and instinctively on Summer’s car.
He was not inside the vehicle. I quickly scanned the parking lot, and
saw him approaching the diner. I was flabbergasted. He was going
into the diner! “What’s he thinking?” I muttered.
Part II Behind the Scenes . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .299
Chapter 11 The Conversation
By Jeff Moss as Tom . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .301
When Tim Mullen came up with the idea for this book during
dinner at the Black Hat conference last year, I was pleased to be
asked to contribute a chapter. When it came time for me to actually
write it, I realized I was at a disadvantage. I hadn’t created characters
for the previous books, so my contribution would have to be fresh.
There was the temptation to create a story around an uber-haxor
with nerves of steel, the time to plan, and the skills to execute. Such a
character would have given me the most flexibility as a writer. After a
16-page false start about a small business owner, a bicycle community
portal, and the ever-present Russian Mafia, my first draft hit too
many logical problems, and I decided to go in a different direction.
Chapter 12 Social Insecurity
By Thor . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .331


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