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I ruin people’s lives for fun, this is my story. [Chapter 3]

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Good morning. It is currently 9 in the morning, and I am just finishing up my coffee at a local shop. I always get the same thing: A large iced coffee with 4 ice cubes and 2 packets of sugar. That concoction makes it the perfect temperature to enjoy.
I tend to do everything by routine, because I like to think it makes me more organized if I do it that way. Life is just a whole bunch of patterns someone has yet to figure out.
I was looking more into Jason’s assets and accounts. I came across something that made me laugh. He has been paying Kiley $1,000 every week. So from my observations, Kiley looks like an escort.
I think that this is helpful, because now I know that she doesn’t have a trustful relationship with him. I mean the money was being paid to the website to hire escorts. I really don’t care about Kiley though. She isn’t important to the game anymore.
I have to go to work in about an hour so I need to finish this up pretty quickly. I wanted to make the process of fucking with Jason long. I went on the dark web for a minute to see if I could come across a device that could withdraw money via ATM from previous accounts that had been connected to said ATM.
If that made any sense, my plan would be to buy this tool, and steal money from Jason’s account. I know I used bitcoin for the last one, but I thought this would be more eventful. I wanted more hands-on experience if you know what I mean.
I forgot to mention that I saw that Jason had a permit for concealed carry, so I need to keep this in mind.
After searching on a couple of the markets that I have accounts with, I finally came across it. It was around $200. I just went ahead, and used the funds that were already on my account to purchase it. It says that it ships domestically, so it should be here in the next few days. I will continue with this update after I get done with my shift.
I have just finished my shift, and I'm exhausted from how pestering my boss is. That prick just loves his sales quotas.
I got a confirmation letter from the vendor to my private email saying:
Your purchase was confirmed and the shipping process will now begin … thanks for doing business.
Fantastic! Now we can get to the fun part. I wanted to look more into his odd transaction with a car wash in Florida. I looked up the car wash, and it was only 2 miles away from Jason’s vacation home. I went ahead and called.
Some women picked up, “JJ’s car wash … how may I help you?"
I replied with, “Good, good. I was just wondering if I could get in contact with the owner? I wanted to come over, and do an evaluation on the value of the land … Is he there right now, or could you possibly give me a phone number to reach him?”
She hesitated, and said, “Uhhh, I'm sorry, sir, I'm not really sure if I can give that info out. Let me ask my manager.”
I interrupted her with, “No, that won’t be necessary. Just give me his email, and I’ll send him the information myself. Thanks.”
She said, “Sure … it's [email protected][redacted].com”
I hung up saying, “Thanks so much for your help. It means a lot. Thanks.”
Some people are just so oblivious to the world that they’ll believe anything they hear. Well, I guess I shouldn’t be complaining because that email is the same as Jason's. He owns some little car wash near his house in Florida. I wanted to look more into this, but thought that for right now it's a waste of time. (Added "that". Apostrophe on "it's", because it's= it is.)
Well, I went ahead and drove over to the nightclub Jason goes to every Wednesday night to see what he was up to there. I disguised myself as much as I could. I mean there were a lot of people here so no one would notice me unless I was face to face with them. I had a hat on and a hoodie. I just looked down at the floor as much as I could. I followed Jason in after he arrived with his driver. He went upstairs where VIPS are only allowed. I kept an eye on him for a while. He then disappeared to a back room which had me curious. I needed to figure a way to get upstairs without anyone questioning my authenticity. I went to the back room where I guess the staff gets ready. I found this work shirt that was black and an extra pair of pants that were a size too big. I had a belt on me so that wasn’t an issue and I put on the clothes and now I looked like a waiter. I went to the bar and said I needed 6 “on the rock” martinis and handed her a tray to put them on. She asked, “You work here?” I said, “Yeah, new … these are going upstairs so make it quick.” She nodded and proceeded to make the drinks. She handed me the tray and I carefully made my way up to one of the security guards at the stairs. I looked at him and said, “These are to go up to Mr. Peterson?. He looked at me up and down and waved his hand towards the stairs allowing me to go. I walked up the stairs with the tray in my hands and walked through the back door that Jason had recently disappeared to. I saw a few ladies that were all intoxicated and a couple of men sitting on the couch. There was a nice electric fireplace next to a computer desk that wrapped around the corner of the room. It was a decently big room with a minibar as well. I walked over towards the men. I said, “Excuse me gentlemen but, I have 6 martinis ready to drink in my hand.” I could tell that they all have been drinking because of the way they were slurring their words. Jason spoke up and said, “Perfect thank you … here’s a tip” handing me a $100 bill I took the money and pocketed it saying, “Thank you .. if you need anything else please call down to the bar.” I walked out. That room was soundproof as well because when I walked out my ears were rushed with loud music from the dance floor. I saw another door to my right and my curiosity peaked and I walked through. It was this long hallway and a little red sign saying “Exit”. Nothing special here so I just walked out back downstairs. I went ahead a walked over to the security guard and asked him something, “Which one of those guys is the owner?” He replied with, “You should know this … Mr. Peterson just took over ownership a few weeks ago.” This caught me off guard and I said, “Oh right … thanks.” I was mind blown because of how many properties this guy owned. Where was he getting all of this money … I mean I know that he owns a security company but, 2 houses, 3 companies that all pay in cash, a personal driver, large bank transactions. All of this wasn’t adding up. I went online and did some research.
I have the suspicion that Jason is laundering money through his businesses. I don’t know who he is cleaning money for but, it’s probably someone who doesn’t want their money fucked with. This could be an issue because if I fuck with Jason’s life and his financial situation that someone else could be looking after him. I don’t fear anyone will find me because I make sure I do everything very securely. I should be getting the atm snipping tool soon and hope to make a move on Jason and uncover his dirt. I’m getting excited just writing this right now knowing that I could possibly ruin not just Jason's life but his whole operation. Before I do begin my adventure I need to make a couple of precautionary steps. I logged onto the dark web and found a trustful hacking service. I would never hire someone to hack unless I didn’t have the skills to do the task. I mean if somehow I turned up dead my plan would still carry out. So I found someone who could “ruin” his life. I’ve been chatting with him now to see what type of services he offers and I found one that fits my purpose. I also told him I wouldn’t buy unless I failed my game, which means death. He understood and told me how it would work. He said I would need to put the money in escrow and I told him if I don’t respond within 2 weeks that the money will be sent automatically. By putting the money in escrow it means I can’t take it out and he can’t accept the payment unless all conditions are met with a third party. I set up a zombie computer to be the third party. Usually the vendor or market your on will have an escrow system but, I wanted to make sure that he would certainly get the money if anything happens to me. So I set the zombie and sent the escrow away. The payment was $600 to do whatever was necessary to either ruin them financially or put them in jail. This hacker could make them be known as a child porn user by encrypting his computer with files that would have him arrested. I was thinking of this option or go to a darker market which would put a price on Jason’s head.
Now that this was all set up I could move on and take Jason’s money. I watched him after work for a few nights to see if he would use an atm. He was at a little food market having lunch and used the atm to withdraw $40. I know this because my little tool tells me. So I watched him from across the street to see when he left. He left after eating and walked back to his car where his driver was waiting. They drove off and I waited about 5 minutes before doing anything. Atm machines have cameras so I needed to cover my face before hacking his account. I checked which account he withdrew from before going inside since I had access to his computer passwords. The account he used had approximately $12,000 in it. I knew going into this that I would only withdraw a couple thousand because I didn’t want the bank instantly freezing his account even though after he noticed, he would call and tell them. So I set up a script that would take $10,000 through tiny transactions with bots and have them located from all over the world so it wouldn’t be able to trace back to me. It would then compile the transactions back to an offshore account that I made. I would set this into action as soon as I withdrew the $2,000 in cash from the atm. This would leave Jason with $0 in his one account. I knew that he had other accounts but, the one that I was targeting had the highest balance.
I put on a bandana and some dark sunglasses with a hoodie on and walked inside. I got myself a little drink and paid in cash making sure to keep my fingers off the handle. I then went over to the atm and placed the tool where you put the card in. It loaded up this menu on the screen and it listed a couple of names from the recent customers that withdrew money. I clicked the arrow down to “Jason Peterson” and typed in the box that said “Custom amount” $2,000. It then went to another screen saying “Please remove your card before money dispenses.” I removed the tool and out came Jasons 2 grand. I put it in my wallet and walked out to my car. I made sure to park in a parking lot that was decently empty with no cameras to catch my plate. I pulled out my phone and went to the Facebook marketplace. I was feeling a new laptop right about now so I started scrolling through. I found one that matched my needs and messaged the seller, “Hey, I am interested in your listing … could we meet today?” He replied back pretty quickly with, “Sure, let’s meet at the [redacted] Starbucks!” The laptop was listed for $250. I told him I would pay in cash and I would be there in 20 minutes. I went to the Starbucks and met with the guy selling it. He was a nice guy who told me he just upgraded so that’s why he was selling it. I asked him to turn it on to make sure it works, which it did. I handed him the cash and wished him well. I walked outside and got into my car. I pulled around to the drive-through and got myself a large coffee with extra cream and sugar. After I got my coffee I went home and got a call from my boss asking where I was today. I told him that I really didn’t feel like working today which he replied telling me to not come back tomorrow and I was finished working there. I had a pretty big smile on my face at this point because now my time would be devoted to ruining Jason’s life.
I poured myself a nice glass of whiskey to end off the night right. I mean this would be the perfect time to celebrate. I just got fired and have over 10 grand in my pocket. I don’t want to get ahead of myself yet. It has been a couple of days since I sent that money in escrow and if I don’t get my job done before the 2 weeks are over then someone else will do it for me. This was like a tiny challenge in the midst of the much bigger challenge. Look at this way. I want to take credit for ruining Jason’s life or all of my work will go to waste. I mean the dark web hacker isn’t watching Jason’s every move and reading him like I was. All he had to do was sit on his ass and type on a computer. In this day and age that’s all you need. Hell, that’s how I ruined Connor’s life. I told you from the beginning that I wanted to up my game. I had the proper funds now to really up my game. In the morning, I went to go to a local Walmart to pick up a few things. I wanted to make a homemade suppressor. I was looking at the prices on the dark web but, if I could save some money doing it, then why not right? So I looked up how to make a homemade suppressor and picked up the right supplies to make it. You need some PVC pipes, steel wool, a drill, and a few other things and you got yourself a suppressor. It didn’t take to long to make and it fits real snug on my .50 caliber sniper rifle. No, I wasn’t going to kill Jason because that would be too easy. I wanted to fuck with him a little longer before really getting down and dirty. Pull his strings like a puppet if you will. My plan was this. I would find a time where Jason was alone and I would call him. I would tell him if he wanted his money back that we would have to meet. I would specify that he and only him would come and if anyone else was to show that his funds would be long gone before he ever got there. I would then drug him with chloroform and take him to a secluded place where no one would find us. I would then tell him to give up all of the information on the people he works for or he and Kiley dies. I thought to introduce that I know Kiley that it would motivate him a little more. Just the strings in his life. If that didn’t work my plan would be to tell him that the police were raiding his house for child pornography which I downloaded on his computer. I would show him his files from my laptop remotely to prove it and if that didn’t work we would figure something else out.
I wanted to move forward with this as soon as possible. I grabbed my car keys and headed out the door. Today I wasn’t going to do anything with Jason. Today I needed to shop. While I was at Walmart this morning I grabbed some bleach and rubbing alcohol to produce the chemical chloroform which would make Jason unconscious. I also picked up some latex gloves for prints. I bought myself a burner phone at a gas station near my apartment too. Now that I have all of my supplies I headed over to a Starbucks. I ordered my usual large coffee with 4 ice cubes and 2 packets of sugar. I brought my new laptop with me and connected it to the free wifi. This laptop wouldn’t be coming home with me. I was going to use this laptop to connect me to Jason’s stock portfolio. After I hacked into it I would sell all of his stocks that were a part of any company he owned leaving him with nothing in return. Basically sweeping the owner's name tag out from under his feet. I would then corrupt the hard drive and throw the laptop in the dumpster. After this, it was time to burn everything he owned to the ground. I wanted to leave him and the people he worked for with nothing in return … absolutely nothing.
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I'm an Undercover FBI Agent on the Deep Web

Part one
My name is Special Agent “Barry Allen” . (Not my real name of course) It's actually my code name. Given to me by my colleagues. You may recognize this name from the comic book character “The Flash”. I was given this name due to my quickness to obtain IP addresses , bypass firewalls and hack into certain deep web sites and shut them down. That is my area of expertise.
However, I've also been assigned to a Joint Task Force before which tracked and arrested drug runners, firearms dealers and human trafficking rings. Believe it or not. The federal government is everywhere. Social media, Reddit, YouTube. You name it. We have our guys on it. We monitor everything. That being said, the FBI only has jurisdiction to operate within the borders of the United States.
In this new digital age we find ourselves living, Cybercrime is much more of a direct threat. Now more than ever…
Yes in the past we feared as a nation, biological and chemical warfare. As an example, right after 9/11 the United States had an Anthrax attack. In the FBI, it was known as “Amerithrax” Letters were mailed containing anthrax spores to several news media offices and to Democratic Senators Tom Daschle and Patrick Leahy, killing 5 people and infecting 17 others. Once the victim opened the letters they would immediately be exposed to the spores. Inhaling them is the most deadly form of the attacks. And it quickly destroys your immune and respiratory system's.Back then there were no known cures and it was difficult to treat as the symptoms often times confused doctors. The death rate once exposed was nearly 95% .No one was ever officially arrested or tried as the primary suspect for this horrific crime. If you ask me though, the scariest part of this investigation is where it led us….To a lab on an Army base. Essentially the US Army was weaponizing Anthrax using independent scientists specializing in microbiological warfare.
Of course though, if you wanted to bring down Western Civilization today , all you'd have to do is manipulate or destroy our satellites and we would be back in the dark ages. Computers, banks , grocery stores and cell phones, power plants, even the water filtration system runs with electronics and the ability to communicate with satellites.
Essentially, our world now depends on this. It's scary to think about. Especially when 14 year olds are hacking into the largest banks in the world from their mother's basement. Somehow they are able to bypass the best security systems we know of. (I personally believe they are using password skimmers) We joke in my department that in order to work for us, you simply only need to be smarter than a teenager.
My background is in IT while in the military. While serving i also obtained several certifications and degrees in my field..
I worked alongside someone i never thought i would. Turns out the federal government often times hires former hackers to “consult” for them. In fact they have an army of internet soldiers at their disposal. I was actually trained by a convicted felon. It's been said he is one of the best hackers in the world. Eventually i was put in contact with men in the FBI. Essentially went through a series of rigorous “tests” to determine my operating field of work. After seeing our skills, they then placed myself and the felon on the Cyber Anti-Terrorism unit (or CAT as we call it) .
Our first assignment was to locate a man on the Deep Web known only as “Captain Death” He runs this anonymous site in which the viewers would donate bitcoin to watch unspeakable acts of torture, mutilation and murder. Often times called “Red Rooms”. After searching for a while, clicking on every single link given to us, we found the exact link which directed us to the host site.We visited the website. For a moment the page was completely black. So we waited a few moments. Suddenly a bright red colored text appears across the top of the screen. “Welcome! To the house of pain, tonight's events will commence in 2 minutes. Enjoy” Looking over at my colleague, Jeff begins penetrating the sites security systems attempting to find the IP address of the hosts location. Viewing the site still with my eyes locked onto the screen. Using my laptop separate from Jeffs. The monitor goes black, Then a video attempts to load. Buffering now for several minutes. “Any luck Jeff”? I ask. “I'm searching for a weakness in the security firewall. Give me a minute” he responds. Frustrated i say, “We may not have a minute” Using access control, Jeff was able to find and manipulate the users login information bringing down the video before the it began. Believe it or not. One of the weakest points to a website can often times be it's login feature. Jeff found a vulnerability in the source codes software and exploited it. Still haven't found the guy. As that process is much more difficult. For now, we can rest a little bit easier knowing his account is compromised.
The best hack is when you can invade a security system and not ever be noticed. This was not one of those instances. “Who are you” appears on Jeff's computer screen. He responds quickly “The Dark Knight” in bold green text as he looks over the offenders account. Attempting to track down banking information. Recent transactions. Even bitcoin exchange.
Searching over the vast amount of data pouring into the site. Seems they have gone through great lengths to keep themselves hidden from the public. The Identity of the perp is still unknown. Patting Jeff on the shoulder i thank him for saving my eyes from witnessing god only knows what. I suppose for now it's a small victory. “Let's take a break Jeff” I urge. Shutting down our laptops we exit the dark cold room we sat in with monitors, computers, servers and many other electronic components all around us. One thing to remember, heat is the enemy of electronics. and for some strange reason, we enjoy freezing our asses off while hacking.
Walking outside Jeff lights up a cigarette and takes a drag. Putting on his sunglasses “Want one?” He asks “No thanks, they really break my concentration, I don't seem to function well with that in my system” i reply… he scoffs and quietly whispers (amateur) while choking and coughing. I smile and look up “Yeah well at least I can breathe” I say laughing. (A smile forming on ny face) We begin walking to a nearby restaurant. My phone lights up and rings loudly. It's my supervisor. “Go for Barry” I speak confidently. My boss is breathing heavily into the phone and says sternly “What's the News on Captain Death”? I begin to inform him on our progress and our struggles. “Keep me posted Barry, good work.” He says. (Not telling him Jeff did most of the work, i feel bad for taking credit for this one)
Reaching the doors of the bar and grill, I notice a man sitting in the corner of the restaurant with his family. Jumping back quickly while peering around the corner. Jeff gives me a strange look as I inform him that man is a fugitive from an earlier investigation. I call in for back up and sit back in our unmarked unit waiting for the Cavalry to arrive as he is armed and extremely dangerous. 15 minutes pass as back up swarms the parking lot. We exit the vehicle and surround the building. Rushing in 12 men strong, guns drawn we make the arrest. Fortunately, he did not resist. No civilians were harmed on the takedown.This man has been on the run for months moving from state to state. I had previously set up a sting operation to illegally buy stolen guns from the man which had been arranged through the deep web. However , this particular sting was an in-person arms deal. He appeared very spooked and got away from us before the transaction was made. After searching his panel van today we found an entire armory of weapons. A few days pass and we now have a search warrant issued by the judge for his last known address. Confiscating all of his computers, hard drives and weapons. My partner and I found a hidden room below the living room floor boards with $1.4 million dollars in it. It also had passports and other documents. He was ready to flee the country for sure. Why he was out in public is beyond me. Though often times, men like him feel they are untouchable and above the law.
It's several weeks later and work has been slow. (Not sure if that is good or bad) Until today that is, I began chatting on forums and meeting interesting characters in chat rooms. On the clear net and deep web. Today I met a dark shadowy figure online. He claims to have worked with a group of hackers who specializes in debit and credit card theft online. (Playing the part ask in a private chat) “How much does this pay?” Moments pass with no answer. I sit and wait for a response. A message appears with a link and a phone number. “Contact him for a trial run, if you do well. He'll set you up with further work” he writes. (Thinking for a moment, finally an adversary worth hunting) Typing quickly I say “Who is he, do you know him personally”? He responds rapidly and the text box closes after he writes “Rule number one, no names!” Fortunately I was able to copy the link and phone number before my computer screen went completely blank.
Reaching for the burner phone i recently acquired i begin dialing the number provided. It rings several times. No answer. So i check out the link i copied. Right before i click on it. My phone lights up and rings beside me forcing me to jump out of my seat. Startled i look at the cell phone. Mildly confused as it reads 'unknown number’. Quickly i answer the phone. A man on the other end speaks. “How did you find this number”? he asks. I inform him i was searching online for a while. Im new and im looking for work. “I was told you're the man to call if i wanted some action, i need the money” i implore. “Competition is next week, meet at this address, winner gets a spot on my team, if you think you're up for the test, be on time” he demands. I thank him and abruptly hang up.
Jeff comes over to my place. He has some info on low level guys in the fraudulent/stolen debit card scheme. Using an unmarked and totally not suspicious surveillance van. We follow a few men on their day to day operations. For the most part, this portion of our job is the worst. Very daunting and boring. Sitting and waiting isn't exactly glamourous as the movies depict it to be.
From what we can tell so far these men are using credit card skimmers. Victims of credit card skimming are completely blindsided by the theft. They notice fraudulent charges on their accounts or money withdrawn from their accounts, but their credit and debit cards never left their possession. How did the theft happen?
You may be wondering, what exactly is this? Credit card skimming is a type of credit card theft where crooks use a small device to steal credit card information in an otherwise legitimate credit or debit card transaction. When a credit or debit card is swiped through a skimmer, the device captures and stores all the details stored in the card's magnetic stripe. The stripe contains the credit card number and expiration date and the credit card holder's full name. Thieves use the stolen data to make fraudulent charges either online or with a counterfeit credit card.
These men have been using these small devices all over the local area and surrounding states as well. Targeting the nicer areas of town. Attaching the devices to the ATMs. Sitting a short distance away in their cars watching each victim approaching. Laughing all the way to the bank...so to speak. After several days of stake-outs. Out team makes the arrests. Finding blank cards, machines and large sums of cash on hand. After hours of interrogations we learn a much bigger scheme is in the works. The men inform us that they were merely a distraction for a much larger crime. My supervisor gives us clearance to make a deal with them. Lessening their charges if they are willing to cooperate. Speaking with the men for 3 more hours we learn what's really going on. The next few days are extremely tense as our offices try to warn all the banks and even get the media involved.
Calling every bank, big and small we alert them of the situation that cybercriminals are poised to carry out an “ATM cash-out,” an operation that gives thieves access to untold sums of money by bypassing security measures on an ATM. If successful, the operation has the potential to be a heist unlike any we’ve ever seen.
The FBI has obtained unspecified reporting indicating cyber criminals are planning to conduct a global Automated Teller Machine (ATM) cash-out scheme in the coming days, likely associated with an unknown card issuer breach and commonly referred to as an ‘unlimited operation‘.
These unlimited operations compromise financial institutions or payment processors by installing malware that allows hackers to exploit network access, allowing admin-level access. Once inside, they can disable fraud protection, raise maximum ATM withdrawal amounts (and transaction limits) and withdraw large sums of money. Millions, potentially.
All they’ll need to carry out the attack are debit and credit card numbers found on the dark web, and dummy cards, also known as “blanks,” to attach the numbers to.
The cyber criminals typically create fraudulent copies of legitimate cards by sending stolen card data to co-conspirators who imprint the data on reusable magnetic strip cards, such as gift cards purchased at retail stores. At a pre-determined time, the co-conspirators withdraw account funds from ATMs using these cards.
It's nearly a week later and im preparing for my tests. I have my laptop ready in its case. Im extremely nervous.The information given to me is that i am to meet at this very strange building on the outskirts of town. I have no idea what to expect. I must come in first place to become a member of the team and ultimately take down the leader of this cybercrime domestic terrorist.
If things go according to his plan.He could potentially put the entire country on its knees and our banking systems would completely collapse.Chaos and madness will spread like wildfires. Millions of people unable to access their money will riot and destroy stores. Stealing food and everything they can get their hands on. The police will be overrun and unable to do anything about it. The military would most certainly be called in an attempt to regain order. Mass hysteria ensues. To the extremes we have never seen before. I must stop him. Before its too late….
Part 2
The day has come and I just received the call I've long avoided. It is time. The competition for top tier hackers are meeting at this building in which i believed to have been abandoned. We are in the surveillance van. Heading towards our destination. Our equipment is all packed up. Wearing a wire on my chest. (Hopefully they don't pat me down upon entry) Jeff is driving recklessly, as he has a bad habit of being late. Testing the audio in the back of the van. Generally this is done days before an operation. However, we are rather short on time. (Not pointing any fingers)
Leaving the city limits, we now enter a heavily wooded area. There is only one way in. The road is turning into rubble. Small rocks are shooting from our tires .Lights are fading behind us as we venture further into the forest. Jeff now using high beams. We notice it's grown quiet. Other than hearing the tires on the gravel road. There seems to be less and less wildlife in the area. I got this feeling like we are being watched.
Checking my cell phone, we have lost all signal. (Is this a trap)? i thought . Our other equipment seems to work just fine. I can begin to see dim lights in the distance. We must be nearing the competition. “You ready for this?” (Jeff asks while blowing smoke out the window) I start to swat the backdraft of the smoke billowing back into my window. “Yeah, I'm ready, you should really consider cutting back on the smokes.” I utter. Just then, a pack of Marlboros are hurled in my direction. “We're here , Barry. Make sure you have everything.” (Jeff commands) “I'm all set.” I reply.
Jeff stops the Van on the gravel. Exiting the vehicle, i grab my backpack while adjusting my clothes. (I found some glasses with regular lens in them, so as to ‘look the part’) Walking towards the building i speak quietly into my chest microphone. “Test, test chest mic, how do you read me” i ask. (Jeffs growly voice comes into my earpiece) “Loud and clear, good luck” he responds.
One odd thing i notice right away as my feet kick up against the rocks on the ground is that there is only one vehicle other than ours. A large bus. Slightly confused, i look in every direction while also investigating the bus. Seems as though it's empty. (Later i would learn everyone else met up at a different location and they all took the bus to get here).
Reaching the suspicious looking building, i reach for the door handle. As the door opens with little force, loud music hits me as well as bright flashing lights. What the hell? Walking around i find what i was looking for in a back room. “You're late , take your seat.” a well dressed man says (Seeing one empty seat left) Grabbing my laptop from the bag. Booting it up and joining the their local area network. Connection established. A strange software automatically downloads on my laptop.
The man who greeted me walks over to examine my screen. “We will wait until this participant is ready” (he tells everyone else) Minutes pass and the program has finished installing. What's on my screen is a D O D login showing the user name and password empty fields. “Ok everyone, your first task will be to crack the code and gain entry into this system. You have ten minutes to access the servers and find the login information. The first 10 people who accomplish this task will advance to the next round, good luck, your time starts now!” he explained.
A voice come over my earpiece once more .“Ok Barry, i'm linked up with your laptop, i can see everything you see. I will now control everything remotely. How do you read”? Jeff says quietly. “I hear you, I'll let you take over from here.” I reply. My colleague begins typing away like mad. It's been said he can type up to 153 words per minute. Looking at my screen, the computer is changing rapidly, each window appearing with different streams of code. (Almost like what you seen in the movie The Matrix) Which i suppose is a foreign language to most people. It can seem overwhelming at times. Normally. I would be doing this.
Jeff is far better and faster than i. It's not worth the risk. This task is far too important. There is much at stake here. As he continues going in through the firewall. More boxes open and close all over the screen. I appear as if im typing away. As there is a man walking around watching each potential hacker perform their duties. Not sure if it's the leader of this anonymous group. He is in a dark suit and all i can see is the flashes of light from each monitor.
Maybe it's just my paranoia but i feel like he keeps shooting me these awfully suspicious looks. Have to stay focused. Come on Barry. You need this. Concentrate! Keep your head in the game. I can't lose myself in the moment. Oh wait a minute, i just now remembered. I'm not even in control of my machine. Jeff, i sure as hell hope you know what you're doing…
“Barry, you DO know i just heard everything you said, right? Now shut the hell up and let me work. We only have 4 minutes left!!” Jeff urges. “Well then hurry up you lung cancer having prick, I'm dying in here. Must be 90 degrees” i whisper. Just then (Access granted) appears on my screen. The login information has been hacked. Instantly i jump up as if I've just won in BINGO. “I'm in!!!” I yell loudly to the man. He nods and another man comes over to confirm the legitimacy of my claim.
After confirmation is given a few moments later. Myself and several others are ushered to another room not first seen when you enter the building. First we are taken down a flight of unkempt stairs creaking and groaning with every step. Feeling as it could give out at any moment. Our group reaches the bottom of the stairs and are now on a platform. A mechanical whirring is heard as we now are being lowered even further underground. “Where the hell are we going”? One man asks in fear. “Silence fool”!! (Says the man in a nice dark suit) Finally the platform stops as i would approximate we are at least 80 feet underground.
A long dark hallway is before us. Lit dimly by low hanging lights. Which never seem to end as far as we can see. Walking for several minutes i no longer hear my associate in my ear piece. So i remove it quickly before anyone notices. There is a musty smell that has disturbed me immediately coming down here. It grows stronger the closer we get to the direction we are headed. Im last in line only in front of what i assess is a hired goon.
Stopping for a moment im pushed forward on my upper back near my shoulders. (I swear if i wasn't trying to save the world right now, I'd just take out my service pistol and blow this cocksucker away. No one would miss him) We reach a large old wooden door with absolutely no handle or markings of any kind. The leader pushes up against the wall near the door and it opens slowly. Everyone pours in single file line. There is a large wooden table with chairs almost like a conference room. “Take your seats please” the leader addresses. “You're all probably wondering what the hell we are doing down here, well you're here for a job. Also i didn't want any interference of any kind. Just in case the government is watching us. There's no way they could possibly hear what's being said this far underground.” He explains.
“Congratulations to each of you that has moved on to the next round. You 10 have been chosen to advance to the next stage in the competition. This following task will include various stages of difficulty. You will be chosen at random by a computer so it's completely fair. Each of you are to hack into some the world's largest banks and bring down their servers. Please come back to this location. Your names have been taken down and we shall contact you if anything changes. I expect to see all of you back with us .Same time next week. 6 days from now. That is all for now, thank you.”
The leader finishes and leaves the room first. Each man muttering and chatting loudly. I can hear only bits and pieces as everyone is talking loudly. Minutes pass and we are escorted out of the building. Everyone begins walking towards the bus. I veer towards my van and am stopped by the same man who pushed me earlier. “Just where the hell do you think you're going”? He asks. “Oh i didn't get the meet up spot, i had to drive here.” I respond while swatting away his hand from my shoulder. The man reaches in his pocket pulling out a card. “Be at this location and be on time or we will find someone else” the man urges. I snatch the card and stuff it into my wallet.
Reaching the van, i hop in and drive away. “What the hell happened in there”? Jeff demands. I begin informing him of everything that took place and explained the situation. He nods and tells me good work. Wait a minute, this doesn't look right. Jeff looks at me puzzled. Something is off. I don't remember any of this. Now there's a fork in the road. Is this the way we came? I thought i remembered it being only a one way in and one way out. “You went off the gravel road, move over,let me drive.” Jeff says. Hey sorry man, I'm a hacker. Not a tracker. Just get us the hell out of here. I'm more lost than Atlantis.
About an hour passes and Jeff somehow gets us out of the woods and back to the main road. We head back towards my house. But suddenly he makes a detour. “Screw this man. After all that i need a damn drink. You down”? Jeff asks. “Well in the words of my father, If you have time to think, you have time to drink” i utter proudly. (Then again dad was a major alcoholic, so perhaps that's bad advice) “Well alright then” jeff says as he floors the gas pedal.
Roughly 20 minutes later we arrive at his favourite bar where he immediately opens up a tab. I'm worried as I've heard he drinks like a fish. Not to mention we are both armed in a bar. (Yes that's illegal but screw you i am F B I. Remember folks, laws are made to be broken, otherwise, I'd be out of a job)
Crap i think i have lost my colleague. I begin walking around the establishment and am stunned to see this gorgeous blonde woman cross my path. We strike up a conversation and i soon forget about Jeff. (Meh oh well he is a grown man, i am sure he will be fine) She asks what i do for work and of course i lie. Never know when you need to run a background check on someone. Besides telling the whole world you're an undercover FBI agent isn't exactly the best idea. Or so the Bureau instructed us.
We continue chatting for a while and eventually part ways as it began to get late into the night we exchange numbers and she leaves gracefully. I walk outside to see the van still parked in the same spot. A bit puzzled i go over to inspect the van thinking maybe he just passed out in the front seat. I arrive at the driver's side door and open it to find all of our equipment gone and jeff is nowhere to be found. Freaking out i run back into the bar searching all over even behind the bar next to the register.
The bathrooms are empty and it's closing time. I have no idea where he went.. Did he leave with some one or was he was abducted possibly, either way i am completely dead if my supervisor finds out about this. I have to find him and the equipment. And who the hell was that girl, could she have something to do with this? I need answers. Oh no. I just realized, my laptop is also missing. If that information gets in the wrong hands. It could have catastrophic consequences…...
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I'm an Undercover FBI Agent on the Deep Web.

Part one
My name is Special Agent “Barry Allen” . (Not my real name of course) It's actually my code name. Given to me by my colleagues. You may recognize this name from the comic book character “The Flash”. I was given this name due to my quickness to obtain IP addresses , bypass firewalls and hack into certain deep web sites and shut them down. That is my area of expertise.
However, I've also been assigned to a Joint Task Force before which tracked and arrested drug runners, firearms dealers and human trafficking rings. Believe it or not. The federal government is everywhere. Social media, Reddit, YouTube. You name it. We have our guys on it. We monitor everything. That being said, the FBI only has jurisdiction to operate within the borders of the United States.
In this new digital age we find ourselves living, Cybercrime is much more of a direct threat. Now more than ever…
Yes in the past we feared as a nation, biological and chemical warfare. As an example, right after 9/11 the United States had an Anthrax attack. In the FBI, it was known as “Amerithrax” Letters were mailed containing anthrax spores to several news media offices and to Democratic Senators Tom Daschle and Patrick Leahy, killing 5 people and infecting 17 others. Once the victim opened the letters they would immediately be exposed to the spores. Inhaling them is the most deadly form of the attacks. And it quickly destroys your immune and respiratory system's.Back then there were no known cures and it was difficult to treat as the symptoms often times confused doctors. The death rate once exposed was nearly 95% .No one was ever officially arrested or tried as the primary suspect for this horrific crime. If you ask me though, the scariest part of this investigation is where it led us….To a lab on an Army base. Essentially the US Army was weaponizing Anthrax using independent scientists specializing in microbiological warfare.
Of course though, if you wanted to bring down Western Civilization today , all you'd have to do is manipulate or destroy our satellites and we would be back in the dark ages. Computers, banks , grocery stores and cell phones, power plants, even the water filtration system runs with electronics and the ability to communicate with satellites.
Essentially, our world now depends on this. It's scary to think about. Especially when 14 year olds are hacking into the largest banks in the world from their mother's basement. Somehow they are able to bypass the best security systems we know of. (I personally believe they are using password skimmers) We joke in my department that in order to work for us, you simply only need to be smarter than a teenager.
My background is in IT while in the military. While serving i also obtained several certifications and degrees in my field..
I worked alongside someone i never thought i would. Turns out the federal government often times hires former hackers to “consult” for them. In fact they have an army of internet soldiers at their disposal. I was actually trained by a convicted felon. It's been said he is one of the best hackers in the world. Eventually i was put in contact with men in the FBI. Essentially went through a series of rigorous “tests” to determine my operating field of work. After seeing our skills, they then placed myself and the felon on the Cyber Anti-Terrorism unit (or CAT as we call it) .
Our first assignment was to locate a man on the Deep Web known only as “Captain Death” He runs this anonymous site in which the viewers would donate bitcoin to watch unspeakable acts of torture, mutilation and murder. Often times called “Red Rooms”. After searching for a while, clicking on every single link given to us, we found the exact link which directed us to the host site.We visited the website. For a moment the page was completely black. So we waited a few moments. Suddenly a bright red colored text appears across the top of the screen. “Welcome! To the house of pain, tonight's events will commence in 2 minutes. Enjoy” Looking over at my colleague, Jeff begins penetrating the sites security systems attempting to find the IP address of the hosts location. Viewing the site still with my eyes locked onto the screen. Using my laptop separate from Jeffs. The monitor goes black, Then a video attempts to load. Buffering now for several minutes. “Any luck Jeff”? I ask. “I'm searching for a weakness in the security firewall. Give me a minute” he responds. Frustrated i say, “We may not have a minute” Using access control, Jeff was able to find and manipulate the users login information bringing down the video before the it began. Believe it or not. One of the weakest points to a website can often times be it's login feature. Jeff found a vulnerability in the source codes software and exploited it. Still haven't found the guy. As that process is much more difficult. For now, we can rest a little bit easier knowing his account is compromised.
The best hack is when you can invade a security system and not ever be noticed. This was not one of those instances. “Who are you” appears on Jeff's computer screen. He responds quickly “The Dark Knight” in bold green text as he looks over the offenders account. Attempting to track down banking information. Recent transactions. Even bitcoin exchange.
Searching over the vast amount of data pouring into the site. Seems they have gone through great lengths to keep themselves hidden from the public. The Identity of the perp is still unknown. Patting Jeff on the shoulder i thank him for saving my eyes from witnessing god only knows what. I suppose for now it's a small victory. “Let's take a break Jeff” I urge. Shutting down our laptops we exit the dark cold room we sat in with monitors, computers, servers and many other electronic components all around us. One thing to remember, heat is the enemy of electronics. and for some strange reason, we enjoy freezing our asses off while hacking.
Walking outside Jeff lights up a cigarette and takes a drag. Putting on his sunglasses “Want one?” He asks “No thanks, they really break my concentration, I don't seem to function well with that in my system” i reply… he scoffs and quietly whispers (amateur) while choking and coughing. I smile and look up “Yeah well at least I can breathe” I say laughing. (A smile forming on ny face) We begin walking to a nearby restaurant. My phone lights up and rings loudly. It's my supervisor. “Go for Barry” I speak confidently. My boss is breathing heavily into the phone and says sternly “What's the News on Captain Death”? I begin to inform him on our progress and our struggles. “Keep me posted Barry, good work.” He says. (Not telling him Jeff did most of the work, i feel bad for taking credit for this one)
Reaching the doors of the bar and grill, I notice a man sitting in the corner of the restaurant with his family. Jumping back quickly while peering around the corner. Jeff gives me a strange look as I inform him that man is a fugitive from an earlier investigation. I call in for back up and sit back in our unmarked unit waiting for the Cavalry to arrive as he is armed and extremely dangerous. 15 minutes pass as back up swarms the parking lot. We exit the vehicle and surround the building. Rushing in 12 men strong, guns drawn we make the arrest. Fortunately, he did not resist. No civilians were harmed on the takedown.This man has been on the run for months moving from state to state. I had previously set up a sting operation to illegally buy stolen guns from the man which had been arranged through the deep web. However , this particular sting was an in-person arms deal. He appeared very spooked and got away from us before the transaction was made. After searching his panel van today we found an entire armory of weapons. A few days pass and we now have a search warrant issued by the judge for his last known address. Confiscating all of his computers, hard drives and weapons. My partner and I found a hidden room below the living room floor boards with $1.4 million dollars in it. It also had passports and other documents. He was ready to flee the country for sure. Why he was out in public is beyond me. Though often times, men like him feel they are untouchable and above the law.
It's several weeks later and work has been slow. (Not sure if that is good or bad) Until today that is, I began chatting on forums and meeting interesting characters in chat rooms. On the clear net and deep web. Today I met a dark shadowy figure online. He claims to have worked with a group of hackers who specializes in debit and credit card theft online. (Playing the part ask in a private chat) “How much does this pay?” Moments pass with no answer. I sit and wait for a response. A message appears with a link and a phone number. “Contact him for a trial run, if you do well. He'll set you up with further work” he writes. (Thinking for a moment, finally an adversary worth hunting) Typing quickly I say “Who is he, do you know him personally”? He responds rapidly and the text box closes after he writes “Rule number one, no names!” Fortunately I was able to copy the link and phone number before my computer screen went completely blank.
Reaching for the burner phone i recently acquired i begin dialing the number provided. It rings several times. No answer. So i check out the link i copied. Right before i click on it. My phone lights up and rings beside me forcing me to jump out of my seat. Startled i look at the cell phone. Mildly confused as it reads 'unknown number’. Quickly i answer the phone. A man on the other end speaks. “How did you find this number”? he asks. I inform him i was searching online for a while. Im new and im looking for work. “I was told you're the man to call if i wanted some action, i need the money” i implore. “Competition is next week, meet at this address, winner gets a spot on my team, if you think you're up for the test, be on time” he demands. I thank him and abruptly hang up.
Jeff comes over to my place. He has some info on low level guys in the fraudulent/stolen debit card scheme. Using an unmarked and totally not suspicious surveillance van. We follow a few men on their day to day operations. For the most part, this portion of our job is the worst. Very daunting and boring. Sitting and waiting isn't exactly glamourous as the movies depict it to be.
From what we can tell so far these men are using credit card skimmers. Victims of credit card skimming are completely blindsided by the theft. They notice fraudulent charges on their accounts or money withdrawn from their accounts, but their credit and debit cards never left their possession. How did the theft happen?
You may be wondering, what exactly is this? Credit card skimming is a type of credit card theft where crooks use a small device to steal credit card information in an otherwise legitimate credit or debit card transaction. When a credit or debit card is swiped through a skimmer, the device captures and stores all the details stored in the card's magnetic stripe. The stripe contains the credit card number and expiration date and the credit card holder's full name. Thieves use the stolen data to make fraudulent charges either online or with a counterfeit credit card.
These men have been using these small devices all over the local area and surrounding states as well. Targeting the nicer areas of town. Attaching the devices to the ATMs. Sitting a short distance away in their cars watching each victim approaching. Laughing all the way to the bank...so to speak. After several days of stake-outs. Out team makes the arrests. Finding blank cards, machines and large sums of cash on hand. After hours of interrogations we learn a much bigger scheme is in the works. The men inform us that they were merely a distraction for a much larger crime. My supervisor gives us clearance to make a deal with them. Lessening their charges if they are willing to cooperate. Speaking with the men for 3 more hours we learn what's really going on. The next few days are extremely tense as our offices try to warn all the banks and even get the media involved.
Calling every bank, big and small we alert them of the situation that cybercriminals are poised to carry out an “ATM cash-out,” an operation that gives thieves access to untold sums of money by bypassing security measures on an ATM. If successful, the operation has the potential to be a heist unlike any we’ve ever seen.
The FBI has obtained unspecified reporting indicating cyber criminals are planning to conduct a global Automated Teller Machine (ATM) cash-out scheme in the coming days, likely associated with an unknown card issuer breach and commonly referred to as an ‘unlimited operation‘.
These unlimited operations compromise financial institutions or payment processors by installing malware that allows hackers to exploit network access, allowing admin-level access. Once inside, they can disable fraud protection, raise maximum ATM withdrawal amounts (and transaction limits) and withdraw large sums of money. Millions, potentially.
All they’ll need to carry out the attack are debit and credit card numbers found on the dark web, and dummy cards, also known as “blanks,” to attach the numbers to.
The cyber criminals typically create fraudulent copies of legitimate cards by sending stolen card data to co-conspirators who imprint the data on reusable magnetic strip cards, such as gift cards purchased at retail stores. At a pre-determined time, the co-conspirators withdraw account funds from ATMs using these cards.
It's nearly a week later and im preparing for my tests. I have my laptop ready in its case. Im extremely nervous.The information given to me is that i am to meet at this very strange building on the outskirts of town. I have no idea what to expect. I must come in first place to become a member of the team and ultimately take down the leader of this cybercrime domestic terrorist.
If things go according to his plan.He could potentially put the entire country on its knees and our banking systems would completely collapse.Chaos and madness will spread like wildfires. Millions of people unable to access their money will riot and destroy stores. Stealing food and everything they can get their hands on. The police will be overrun and unable to do anything about it. The military would most certainly be called in an attempt to regain order. Mass hysteria ensues. To the extremes we have never seen before. I must stop him. Before its too late….
Part 2
The day has come and I just received the call I've long avoided. It is time. The competition for top tier hackers are meeting at this building in which i believed to have been abandoned. We are in the surveillance van. Heading towards our destination. Our equipment is all packed up. Wearing a wire on my chest. (Hopefully they don't pat me down upon entry) Jeff is driving recklessly, as he has a bad habit of being late. Testing the audio in the back of the van. Generally this is done days before an operation. However, we are rather short on time. (Not pointing any fingers)
Leaving the city limits, we now enter a heavily wooded area. There is only one way in. The road is turning into rubble. Small rocks are shooting from our tires .Lights are fading behind us as we venture further into the forest. Jeff now using high beams. We notice it's grown quiet. Other than hearing the tires on the gravel road. There seems to be less and less wildlife in the area. I got this feeling like we are being watched.
Checking my cell phone, we have lost all signal. (Is this a trap)? i thought . Our other equipment seems to work just fine. I can begin to see dim lights in the distance. We must be nearing the competition. “You ready for this?” (Jeff asks while blowing smoke out the window) I start to swat the backdraft of the smoke billowing back into my window. “Yeah, I'm ready, you should really consider cutting back on the smokes.” I utter. Just then, a pack of Marlboros are hurled in my direction. “We're here , Barry. Make sure you have everything.” (Jeff commands) “I'm all set.” I reply.
Jeff stops the Van on the gravel. Exiting the vehicle, i grab my backpack while adjusting my clothes. (I found some glasses with regular lens in them, so as to ‘look the part’) Walking towards the building i speak quietly into my chest microphone. “Test, test chest mic, how do you read me” i ask. (Jeffs growly voice comes into my earpiece) “Loud and clear, good luck” he responds.
One odd thing i notice right away as my feet kick up against the rocks on the ground is that there is only one vehicle other than ours. A large bus. Slightly confused, i look in every direction while also investigating the bus. Seems as though it's empty. (Later i would learn everyone else met up at a different location and they all took the bus to get here).
Reaching the suspicious looking building, i reach for the door handle. As the door opens with little force, loud music hits me as well as bright flashing lights. What the hell? Walking around i find what i was looking for in a back room. “You're late , take your seat.” a well dressed man says (Seeing one empty seat left) Grabbing my laptop from the bag. Booting it up and joining the their local area network. Connection established. A strange software automatically downloads on my laptop.
The man who greeted me walks over to examine my screen. “We will wait until this participant is ready” (he tells everyone else) Minutes pass and the program has finished installing. What's on my screen is a D O D login showing the user name and password empty fields. “Ok everyone, your first task will be to crack the code and gain entry into this system. You have ten minutes to access the servers and find the login information. The first 10 people who accomplish this task will advance to the next round, good luck, your time starts now!” he explained.
A voice come over my earpiece once more .“Ok Barry, i'm linked up with your laptop, i can see everything you see. I will now control everything remotely. How do you read”? Jeff says quietly. “I hear you, I'll let you take over from here.” I reply. My colleague begins typing away like mad. It's been said he can type up to 153 words per minute. Looking at my screen, the computer is changing rapidly, each window appearing with different streams of code. (Almost like what you seen in the movie The Matrix) Which i suppose is a foreign language to most people. It can seem overwhelming at times. Normally. I would be doing this.
Jeff is far better and faster than i. It's not worth the risk. This task is far too important. There is much at stake here. As he continues going in through the firewall. More boxes open and close all over the screen. I appear as if im typing away. As there is a man walking around watching each potential hacker perform their duties. Not sure if it's the leader of this anonymous group. He is in a dark suit and all i can see is the flashes of light from each monitor.
Maybe it's just my paranoia but i feel like he keeps shooting me these awfully suspicious looks. Have to stay focused. Come on Barry. You need this. Concentrate! Keep your head in the game. I can't lose myself in the moment. Oh wait a minute, i just now remembered. I'm not even in control of my machine. Jeff, i sure as hell hope you know what you're doing…
“Barry, you DO know i just heard everything you said, right? Now shut the hell up and let me work. We only have 4 minutes left!!” Jeff urges. “Well then hurry up you lung cancer having prick, I'm dying in here. Must be 90 degrees” i whisper. Just then (Access granted) appears on my screen. The login information has been hacked. Instantly i jump up as if I've just won in BINGO. “I'm in!!!” I yell loudly to the man. He nods and another man comes over to confirm the legitimacy of my claim.
After confirmation is given a few moments later. Myself and several others are ushered to another room not first seen when you enter the building. First we are taken down a flight of unkempt stairs creaking and groaning with every step. Feeling as it could give out at any moment. Our group reaches the bottom of the stairs and are now on a platform. A mechanical whirring is heard as we now are being lowered even further underground. “Where the hell are we going”? One man asks in fear. “Silence fool”!! (Says the man in a nice dark suit) Finally the platform stops as i would approximate we are at least 80 feet underground.
A long dark hallway is before us. Lit dimly by low hanging lights. Which never seem to end as far as we can see. Walking for several minutes i no longer hear my associate in my ear piece. So i remove it quickly before anyone notices. There is a musty smell that has disturbed me immediately coming down here. It grows stronger the closer we get to the direction we are headed. Im last in line only in front of what i assess is a hired goon.
Stopping for a moment im pushed forward on my upper back near my shoulders. (I swear if i wasn't trying to save the world right now, I'd just take out my service pistol and blow this cocksucker away. No one would miss him) We reach a large old wooden door with absolutely no handle or markings of any kind. The leader pushes up against the wall near the door and it opens slowly. Everyone pours in single file line. There is a large wooden table with chairs almost like a conference room. “Take your seats please” the leader addresses. “You're all probably wondering what the hell we are doing down here, well you're here for a job. Also i didn't want any interference of any kind. Just in case the government is watching us. There's no way they could possibly hear what's being said this far underground.” He explains.
“Congratulations to each of you that has moved on to the next round. You 10 have been chosen to advance to the next stage in the competition. This following task will include various stages of difficulty. You will be chosen at random by a computer so it's completely fair. Each of you are to hack into some the world's largest banks and bring down their servers. Please come back to this location. Your names have been taken down and we shall contact you if anything changes. I expect to see all of you back with us .Same time next week. 6 days from now. That is all for now, thank you.”
The leader finishes and leaves the room first. Each man muttering and chatting loudly. I can hear only bits and pieces as everyone is talking loudly. Minutes pass and we are escorted out of the building. Everyone begins walking towards the bus. I veer towards my van and am stopped by the same man who pushed me earlier. “Just where the hell do you think you're going”? He asks. “Oh i didn't get the meet up spot, i had to drive here.” I respond while swatting away his hand from my shoulder. The man reaches in his pocket pulling out a card. “Be at this location and be on time or we will find someone else” the man urges. I snatch the card and stuff it into my wallet.
Reaching the van, i hop in and drive away. “What the hell happened in there”? Jeff demands. I begin informing him of everything that took place and explained the situation. He nods and tells me good work. Wait a minute, this doesn't look right. Jeff looks at me puzzled. Something is off. I don't remember any of this. Now there's a fork in the road. Is this the way we came? I thought i remembered it being only a one way in and one way out. “You went off the gravel road, move over,let me drive.” Jeff says. Hey sorry man, I'm a hacker. Not a tracker. Just get us the hell out of here. I'm more lost than Atlantis.
About an hour passes and Jeff somehow gets us out of the woods and back to the main road. We head back towards my house. But suddenly he makes a detour. “Screw this man. After all that i need a damn drink. You down”? Jeff asks. “Well in the words of my father, If you have time to think, you have time to drink” i utter proudly. (Then again dad was a major alcoholic, so perhaps that's bad advice) “Well alright then” jeff says as he floors the gas pedal.
Roughly 20 minutes later we arrive at his favourite bar where he immediately opens up a tab. I'm worried as I've heard he drinks like a fish. Not to mention we are both armed in a bar. (Yes that's illegal but screw you i am F B I. Remember folks, laws are made to be broken, otherwise, I'd be out of a job)
Crap i think i have lost my colleague. I begin walking around the establishment and am stunned to see this gorgeous blonde woman cross my path. We strike up a conversation and i soon forget about Jeff. (Meh oh well he is a grown man, i am sure he will be fine) She asks what i do for work and of course i lie. Never know when you need to run a background check on someone. Besides telling the whole world you're an undercover FBI agent isn't exactly the best idea. Or so the Bureau instructed us.
We continue chatting for a while and eventually part ways as it began to get late into the night we exchange numbers and she leaves gracefully. I walk outside to see the van still parked in the same spot. A bit puzzled i go over to inspect the van thinking maybe he just passed out in the front seat. I arrive at the driver's side door and open it to find all of our equipment gone and jeff is nowhere to be found. Freaking out i run back into the bar searching all over even behind the bar next to the register.
The bathrooms are empty and it's closing time. I have no idea where he went.. Did he leave with some one or was he was abducted possibly, either way i am completely dead if my supervisor finds out about this. I have to find him and the equipment. And who the hell was that girl, could she have something to do with this? I need answers. Oh no. I just realized, my laptop is also missing. If that information gets in the wrong hands. It could have catastrophic consequences…...
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I'm an Undercover FBI agent on the Deep Web (Part One)

My name is Special Agent “Barry Allen” .(not my real name of course) It's actually my code name. Given to me by my colleagues. You may recognize the name from the comic book character “The Flash”. I was given this name due to my quickness to obtain IP addresses , bypass firewalls and hack into certain deep web sites and shut them down. That is my area of expertise.
However, I've also been assigned to a Joint Task Force before which tracked and arrested drug runners, firearms dealers and human trafficking rings. Believe it or not. The federal government is everywhere. Social media, Reddit, YouTube. You name it. We have our guys on it. We monitor everything. That being said, the FBI only has jurisdiction to operate within the borders of the United States.
In this new digital age we find ourselves living, Cybercrime is much more of a direct threat. Now more than ever…
Yes in the past we feared as a nation, biological and chemical warfare. As an example, right after 9/11 the United States had an Anthrax attack. In the FBI, it was known as “Amerithrax” Letters were mailed containing anthrax spores to several news media offices and to Democratic Senators Tom Daschle and Patrick Leahy, killing 5 people and infecting 17 others. Once the victim opened the letters they would immediately be exposed to the spores. Inhaling them is the most deadly form of the attacks. And it quickly destroys your immune and respiratory system's.Back then there were no known cures and it was difficult to treat as the symptoms often times confused doctors. The death rate once exposed was nearly 95% .No one was ever officially arrested or tried as the primary suspect for this horrific crime. If you ask me though, the scariest part of this investigation is where it led us….To a lab on an Army base. Essentially the US Army was weaponizing Anthrax using independent scientists specializing in microbiological warfare.
Of course though, if you wanted to bring down Western Civilization today , all you'd have to do is manipulate or destroy our satellites and we would be back in the dark ages. Computers, banks , grocery stores and cell phones, power plants, even the water filtration system runs with electronics and the ability to communicate with satellites.
Essentially, our world now depends on this. It's scary to think about. Especially when 14 year olds are hacking into the largest banks in the world from their mother's basement. Somehow they are able to bypass the best security systems we know of. (I personally believe they are using password skimmers) We joke in my department that in order to work for us, you simply only need to be smarter than a teenager.
My background is in IT while in the military. While serving i also obtained several certifications and degrees in my field..
I worked alongside someone i never thought i would. Turns out the federal government often times hires former hackers to “consult” for them. In fact they have an army of internet soldiers at their disposal. I was actually trained by a convicted felon. It's been said he is one of the best hackers in the world. Eventually i was put in contact with men in the FBI. Essentially went through a series of rigorous “tests” to determine my operating field of work. After seeing our skills, they then placed myself and the felon on the Cyber Anti-Terrorism unit (or CAT as we call it) .
Our first assignment was to locate a man on the Deep Web known only as “Captain Death” He runs this anonymous site in which the viewers would donate bitcoin to watch unspeakable acts of torture, mutilation and murder. Often times called “Red Rooms”. After searching for a while, clicking on every single link given to us, we found the exact link which directed us to the host site.We visited the website. For a moment the page was completely black. So we waited a few moments. Suddenly a bright red colored text appears across the top of the screen. “Welcome! To the house of pain, tonight's events will commence in 2 minutes. Enjoy” Looking over at my colleague, Jeff begins penetrating the sites security systems attempting to find the IP address of the hosts location. Viewing the site still with my eyes locked onto the screen. Using my laptop separate from Jeffs. The monitor goes black, Then a video attempts to load. Buffering now for several minutes. “Any luck Jeff”? I ask. “I'm searching for a weakness in the security firewall. Give me a minute” he responds. Frustrated i say, “We may not have a minute” Using access control, Jeff was able to find and manipulate the users login information bringing down the video before the it began. Believe it or not. One of the weakest points to a website can often times be it's login feature. Jeff found a vulnerability in the source codes software and exploited it. Still haven't found the guy. As that process is much more difficult. For now, we can rest a little bit easier knowing his account is compromised.
The best hack is when you can invade a security system and not ever be noticed. This was not one of those instances. “Who are you” appears on Jeff's computer screen. He responds quickly “The Dark Knight” in bold green text as he looks over the offenders account. Attempting to track down banking information. Recent transactions. Even bitcoin exchange.
Searching over the vast amount of data pouring into the site. Seems they have gone through great lengths to keep themselves hidden from the public. The Identity of the perp is still unknown. Patting Jeff on the shoulder i thank him for saving my eyes from witnessing god only knows what. I suppose for now it's a small victory. “Let's take a break Jeff” I urge. Shutting down our laptops we exit the dark cold room we sat in with monitors, computers, servers and many other electronic components all around us. One thing to remember, heat is the enemy of electronics. and for some strange reason, we enjoy freezing our asses off while hacking.
Walking outside Jeff lights up a cigarette and takes a drag. Putting on his sunglasses “Want one?” He asks “No thanks, they really break my concentration, I don't seem to function well with that in my system” i reply… he scoffs and quietly whispers (amateur) while choking and coughing. I smile and look up “Yeah well at least I can breathe” I say laughing. (A smile forming on ny face) We begin walking to a nearby restaurant. My phone lights up and rings loudly. It's my supervisor. “Go for Barry” I speak confidently. My boss is breathing heavily into the phone and says sternly “What's the News on Captain Death”? I begin to inform him on our progress and our struggles. “Keep me posted Barry, good work.” He says. (Not telling him Jeff did most of the work, i feel bad for taking credit for this one)
Reaching the doors of the bar and grill, I notice a man sitting in the corner of the restaurant with his family. Jumping back quickly while peering around the corner. Jeff gives me a strange look as I inform him that man is a fugitive from an earlier investigation. I call in for back up and sit back in our unmarked unit waiting for the Cavalry to arrive as he is armed and extremely dangerous. 15 minutes pass as back up swarms the parking lot. We exit the vehicle and surround the building. Rushing in 12 men strong, guns drawn we make the arrest. Fortunately, he did not resist. No civilians were harmed on the takedown.This man has been on the run for months moving from state to state. I had previously set up a sting operation to illegally buy stolen guns from the man which had been arranged through the deep web. However , this particular sting was an in-person arms deal. He appeared very spooked and got away from us before the transaction was made. After searching his panel van today we found an entire armory of weapons. A few days pass and we now have a search warrant issued by the judge for his last known address. Confiscating all of his computers, hard drives and weapons. My partner and I found a hidden room below the living room floor boards with $1.4 million dollars in it. It also had passports and other documents. He was ready to flee the country for sure. Why he was out in public is beyond me. Though often times, men like him feel they are untouchable and above the law.
It's several weeks later and work has been slow. (Not sure if that is good or bad) Until today that is, I began chatting on forums and meeting interesting characters in chat rooms. On the clear net and deep web. Today I met a dark shadowy figure online. He claims to have worked with a group of hackers who specializes in debit and credit card theft online. (Playing the part ask in a private chat) “How much does this pay?” Moments pass with no answer. I sit and wait for a response. A message appears with a link and a phone number. “Contact him for a trial run, if you do well. He'll set you up with further work” he writes. (Thinking for a moment, finally an adversary worth hunting) Typing quickly I say “Who is he, do you know him personally”? He responds rapidly and the text box closes after he writes “Rule number one, no names!” Fortunately I was able to copy the link and phone number before my computer screen went completely blank.
Reaching for the burner phone i recently acquired i begin dialing the number provided. It rings several times. No answer. So i check out the link i copied. Right before i click on it. My phone lights up and rings beside me forcing me to jump out of my seat. Startled i look at the cell phone. Mildly confused as it reads 'unknown number’. Quickly i answer the phone. A man on the other end speaks. “How did you find this number”? he asks. I inform him i was searching online for a while. Im new and im looking for work. “I was told you're the man to call if i wanted some action, i need the money” i implore. “Competition is next week, meet at this address, winner gets a spot on my team, if you think you're up for the test, be on time” he demands. I thank him and abruptly hang up.
Jeff comes over to my place. He has some info on low level guys in the fraudulent/stolen debit card scheme. Using an unmarked and totally not suspicious surveillance van. We follow a few men on their day to day operations. For the most part, this portion of our job is the worst. Very daunting and boring. Sitting and waiting isn't exactly glamourous as the movies depict it to be.
From what we can tell so far these men are using credit card skimmers. Victims of credit card skimming are completely blindsided by the theft. They notice fraudulent charges on their accounts or money withdrawn from their accounts, but their credit and debit cards never left their possession. How did the theft happen?
You may be wondering, what exactly is this? Credit card skimming is a type of credit card theft where crooks use a small device to steal credit card information in an otherwise legitimate credit or debit card transaction. When a credit or debit card is swiped through a skimmer, the device captures and stores all the details stored in the card's magnetic stripe. The stripe contains the credit card number and expiration date and the credit card holder's full name. Thieves use the stolen data to make fraudulent charges either online or with a counterfeit credit card.
These men have been using these small devices all over the local area and surrounding states as well. Targeting the nicer areas of town. Attaching the devices to the ATMs. Sitting a short distance away in their cars watching each victim approaching. Laughing all the way to the bank...so to speak. After several days of stake-outs. Out team makes the arrests. Finding blank cards, machines and large sums of cash on hand. After hours of interrogations we learn a much bigger scheme is in the works. The men inform us that they were merely a distraction for a much larger crime. My supervisor gives us clearance to make a deal with them. Lessening their charges if they are willing to cooperate. Speaking with the men for 3 more hours we learn what's really going on. The next few days are extremely tense as our offices try to warn all the banks and even get the media involved.
Calling every bank, big and small we alert them of the situation that cybercriminals are poised to carry out an “ATM cash-out,” an operation that gives thieves access to untold sums of money by bypassing security measures on an ATM. If successful, the operation has the potential to be a heist unlike any we’ve ever seen.
The FBI has obtained unspecified reporting indicating cyber criminals are planning to conduct a global Automated Teller Machine (ATM) cash-out scheme in the coming days, likely associated with an unknown card issuer breach and commonly referred to as an ‘unlimited operation‘.
These unlimited operations compromise financial institutions or payment processors by installing malware that allows hackers to exploit network access, allowing admin-level access. Once inside, they can disable fraud protection, raise maximum ATM withdrawal amounts (and transaction limits) and withdraw large sums of money. Millions, potentially.
All they’ll need to carry out the attack are debit and credit card numbers found on the dark web, and dummy cards, also known as “blanks,” to attach the numbers to.
The cyber criminals typically create fraudulent copies of legitimate cards by sending stolen card data to co-conspirators who imprint the data on reusable magnetic strip cards, such as gift cards purchased at retail stores. At a pre-determined time, the co-conspirators withdraw account funds from ATMs using these cards.
It's nearly a week later and im preparing for my tests. I have my laptop ready in its case. Im extremely nervous.The information given to me is that i am to meet at this very strange building on the outskirts of town. I have no idea what to expect. I must come in first place to become a member of the team and ultimately take down the leader of this cybercrime domestic terrorist.
If things go according to his plan.He could potentially put the entire country on its knees and our banking systems would completely collapse.Chaos and madness will spread like wildfires. Millions of people unable to access their money will riot and destroy stores. Stealing food and everything they can get their hands on. The police will be overrun and unable to do anything about it. The military would most certainly be called in an attempt to regain order. Mass hysteria ensues. To the extremes we have never seen before. I must stop him. Before its too late….
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I'm an UnderCover FBI Agent on The Deep Web. (Part one)

My name is Special Agent “Barry Allen” . It's actually my code name. Given to me by my colleagues. You may recognize this name from the comic book character “The Flash”. I was given this name due to my quickness to obtain IP addresses , bypass firewalls and hack into certain deep web sites and shut them down. That is my area of expertise.
However, I've also been assigned to a Joint Task Force before which tracked and arrested drug runners, firearms dealers and human trafficking rings. Believe it or not. The federal government is everywhere. Social media, Reddit, YouTube. You name it. We have our guys on it. We monitor everything. That being said, the FBI only has jurisdiction to operate within the borders of the United States.
In this new digital age we find ourselves living, Cybercrime is much more of a direct threat. Now more than ever…
Yes in the past we feared as a nation, biological and chemical warfare. As an example, right after 9/11 the United States had an Anthrax attack. In the FBI, it was known as “Amerithrax” Letters were mailed containing anthrax spores to several news media offices and to Democratic Senators Tom Daschle and Patrick Leahy, killing 5 people and infecting 17 others. Once the victim opened the letters they would immediately be exposed to the spores. Inhaling them is the most deadly form of the attacks. And it quickly destroys your immune and respiratory system's.Back then there were no known cures and it was difficult to treat as the symptoms often times confused doctors. The death rate once exposed was nearly 95% .No one was ever officially arrested or tried as the primary suspect for this horrific crime. If you ask me though, the scariest part of this investigation is where it led us….To a lab on an Army base. Essentially the US Army was weaponizing Anthrax using independent scientists specializing in microbiological warfare.
Of course though, if you wanted to bring down Western Civilization today , all you'd have to do is manipulate or destroy our satellites and we would be back in the dark ages. Computers, banks , grocery stores and cell phones, power plants, even the water filtration system runs with electronics and the ability to communicate with satellites.
Essentially, our world now depends on this. It's scary to think about. Especially when 14 year olds are hacking into the largest banks in the world from their mother's basement. Somehow they are able to bypass the best security systems we know of. (I personally believe they are using password skimmers) We joke in my department that in order to work for us, you simply only need to be smarter than a teenager.
My background is in IT while in the military. While serving i also obtained several certifications and degrees in my field..
I worked alongside someone i never thought i would. Turns out the federal government often times hires former hackers to “consult” for them. In fact they have an army of internet soldiers at their disposal. I was actually trained by a convicted felon. It's been said he is one of the best hackers in the world. Eventually i was put in contact with men in the FBI. Essentially went through a series of rigorous “tests” to determine my operating field of work. After seeing our skills, they then placed myself and the felon on the Cyber Anti-Terrorism unit (or CAT as we call it) .
Our first assignment was to locate a man on the Deep Web known only as “Captain Death” He runs this anonymous site in which the viewers would donate bitcoin to watch unspeakable acts of torture, mutilation and murder. Often times called “Red Rooms”. After searching for a while, clicking on every single link given to us, we found the exact link which directed us to the host site.We visited the website. For a moment the page was completely black. So we waited a few moments. Suddenly a bright red colored text appears across the top of the screen. “Welcome! To the house of pain, tonight's events will commence in 2 minutes. Enjoy” Looking over at my colleague, Jeff begins penetrating the sites security systems attempting to find the IP address of the hosts location. Viewing the site still with my eyes locked onto the screen. Using my laptop separate from Jeffs. The monitor goes black, Then a video attempts to load. Buffering now for several minutes. “Any luck Jeff”? I ask. “I'm searching for a weakness in the security firewall. Give me a minute” he responds. Frustrated i say, “We may not have a minute” Using access control, Jeff was able to find and manipulate the users login information bringing down the video before the it began. Believe it or not. One of the weakest points to a website can often times be it's login feature. Jeff found a vulnerability in the source codes software and exploited it. Still haven't found the guy. As that process is much more difficult. For now, we can rest a little bit easier knowing his account is compromised.
The best hack is when you can invade a security system and not ever be noticed. This was not one of those instances. “Who are you” appears on Jeff's computer screen. He responds quickly “The Dark Knight” in bold green text as he looks over the offenders account. Attempting to track down banking information. Recent transactions. Even bitcoin exchange.
Searching over the vast amount of data pouring into the site. Seems they have gone through great lengths to keep themselves hidden from the public. The Identity of the perp is still unknown. Patting Jeff on the shoulder i thank him for saving my eyes from witnessing god only knows what. I suppose for now it's a small victory. “Let's take a break Jeff” I urge. Shutting down our laptops we exit the dark cold room we sat in with monitors, computers, servers and many other electronic components all around us. One thing to remember, heat is the enemy of electronics. and for some strange reason, we enjoy freezing our asses off while hacking.
Walking outside Jeff lights up a cigarette and takes a drag. Putting on his sunglasses “Want one?” He asks “No thanks, they really break my concentration, I don't seem to function well with that in my system” i reply… he scoffs and quietly whispers (amateur) while choking and coughing. I smile and look up “Yeah well at least I can breathe” I say laughing. (A smile forming on ny face) We begin walking to a nearby restaurant. My phone lights up and rings loudly. It's my supervisor. “Go for Barry” I speak confidently. My boss is breathing heavily into the phone and says sternly “What's the News on Captain Death”? I begin to inform him on our progress and our struggles. “Keep me posted Barry, good work.” He says. (Not telling him Jeff did most of the work, i feel bad for taking credit for this one)
Reaching the doors of the bar and grill, I notice a man sitting in the corner of the restaurant with his family. Jumping back quickly while peering around the corner. Jeff gives me a strange look as I inform him that man is a fugitive from an earlier investigation. I call in for back up and sit back in our unmarked unit waiting for the Cavalry to arrive as he is armed and extremely dangerous. 15 minutes pass as back up swarms the parking lot. We exit the vehicle and surround the building. Rushing in 12 men strong, guns drawn we make the arrest. Fortunately, he did not resist. No civilians were harmed on the takedown.This man has been on the run for months moving from state to state. I had previously set up a sting operation to illegally buy stolen guns from the man which had been arranged through the deep web. However , this particular sting was an in-person arms deal. He appeared very spooked and got away from us before the transaction was made. After searching his panel van today we found an entire armory of weapons. A few days pass and we now have a search warrant issued by the judge for his last known address. Confiscating all of his computers, hard drives and weapons. My partner and I found a hidden room below the living room floor boards with $1.4 million dollars in it. It also had passports and other documents. He was ready to flee the country for sure. Why he was out in public is beyond me. Though often times, men like him feel they are untouchable and above the law.
It's several weeks later and work has been slow. (Not sure if that is good or bad) Until today that is, I began chatting on forums and meeting interesting characters in chat rooms. On the clear net and deep web. Today I met a dark shadowy figure online. He claims to have worked with a group of hackers who specializes in debit and credit card theft online. (Playing the part ask in a private chat) “How much does this pay?” Moments pass with no answer. I sit and wait for a response. A message appears with a link and a phone number. “Contact him for a trial run, if you do well. He'll set you up with further work” he writes. (Thinking for a moment, finally an adversary worth hunting) Typing quickly I say “Who is he, do you know him personally”? He responds rapidly and the text box closes after he writes “Rule number one, no names!” Fortunately I was able to copy the link and phone number before my computer screen went completely blank.
Reaching for the burner phone i recently acquired i begin dialing the number provided. It rings several times. No answer. So i check out the link i copied. Right before i click on it. My phone lights up and rings beside me forcing me to jump out of my seat. Startled i look at the cell phone. Mildly confused as it reads 'unknown number’. Quickly i answer the phone. A man on the other end speaks. “How did you find this number”? he asks. I inform him i was searching online for a while. Im new and im looking for work. “I was told you're the man to call if i wanted some action, i need the money” i implore. “Competition is next week, meet at this address, winner gets a spot on my team, if you think you're up for the test, be on time” he demands. I thank him and abruptly hang up.
Jeff comes over to my place. He has some info on low level guys in the fraudulent/stolen debit card scheme. Using an unmarked and totally not suspicious surveillance van. We follow a few men on their day to day operations. For the most part, this portion of our job is the worst. Very daunting and boring. Sitting and waiting isn't exactly glamourous as the movies depict it to be.
From what we can tell so far these men are using credit card skimmers. Victims of credit card skimming are completely blindsided by the theft. They notice fraudulent charges on their accounts or money withdrawn from their accounts, but their credit and debit cards never left their possession. How did the theft happen?
You may be wondering, what exactly is this? Credit card skimming is a type of credit card theft where crooks use a small device to steal credit card information in an otherwise legitimate credit or debit card transaction. When a credit or debit card is swiped through a skimmer, the device captures and stores all the details stored in the card's magnetic stripe. The stripe contains the credit card number and expiration date and the credit card holder's full name. Thieves use the stolen data to make fraudulent charges either online or with a counterfeit credit card.
These men have been using these small devices all over the local area and surrounding states as well. Targeting the nicer areas of town. Attaching the devices to the ATMs. Sitting a short distance away in their cars watching each victim approaching. Laughing all the way to the bank...so to speak. After several days of stake-outs. Out team makes the arrests. Finding blank cards, machines and large sums of cash on hand. After hours of interrogations we learn a much bigger scheme is in the works. The men inform us that they were merely a distraction for a much larger crime. My supervisor gives us clearance to make a deal with them. Lessening their charges if they are willing to cooperate. Speaking with the men for 3 more hours we learn what's really going on. The next few days are extremely tense as our offices try to warn all the banks and even get the media involved.
Calling every bank, big and small we alert them of the situation that cybercriminals are poised to carry out an “ATM cash-out,” an operation that gives thieves access to untold sums of money by bypassing security measures on an ATM. If successful, the operation has the potential to be a heist unlike any we’ve ever seen.
The FBI has obtained unspecified reporting indicating cyber criminals are planning to conduct a global Automated Teller Machine (ATM) cash-out scheme in the coming days, likely associated with an unknown card issuer breach and commonly referred to as an ‘unlimited operation‘.
These unlimited operations compromise financial institutions or payment processors by installing malware that allows hackers to exploit network access, allowing admin-level access. Once inside, they can disable fraud protection, raise maximum ATM withdrawal amounts (and transaction limits) and withdraw large sums of money. Millions, potentially.
All they’ll need to carry out the attack are debit and credit card numbers found on the dark web, and dummy cards, also known as “blanks,” to attach the numbers to.
The cyber criminals typically create fraudulent copies of legitimate cards by sending stolen card data to co-conspirators who imprint the data on reusable magnetic strip cards, such as gift cards purchased at retail stores. At a pre-determined time, the co-conspirators withdraw account funds from ATMs using these cards.
It's nearly a week later and im preparing for my tests. I have my laptop ready in its case. Im extremely nervous.The information given to me is that i am to meet at this very strange building on the outskirts of town. I have no idea what to expect. I must come in first place to become a member of the team and ultimately take down the leader of this cybercrime domestic terrorist.
If things go according to his plan.He could potentially put the entire country on its knees and our banking systems would completely collapse.Chaos and madness will spread like wildfires. Millions of people unable to access their money will riot and destroy stores. Stealing food and everything they can get their hands on. The police will be overrun and unable to do anything about it. The military would most certainly be called in an attempt to regain order. Mass hysteria ensues. To the extremes we have never seen before. I must stop him. Before its too late….
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Bitcoin: When man does not control technology

I warned everyone back in October of 2013 and in August 2013, that they were probably tremendously underestimating the potential of Bitcoin. Come January 2017 and we see that Bitcoin has surged in value around 10-fold compared to then, so I want to talk to you about this subject again. If you stuck all your savings in Bitcoin back then, you could today walk up to your boss, shit on his desk, walk out of his cubicle, leave the city and settle somewhere in a remote forest and work on raising children and separating yourself from industrial civilization altogether. How would it feel, to never have to help old people with their computer problems again, to never type down another line of computer code, to raise your middle finger to the entire mediocrity that humans have constructed?
If you were genuinely intelligent and had a healthy realistic mentality, you would have been able to do so, because you would have stuck all your savings in Bitcoin by virtue of your ability to recognize it's inherent potential to radically change our society. The writing was on the wall and we all failed to take it seriously. I benefited greatly from Bitcoin as I stuck my savings in Bitcoin around march 2013, what prohibited me from using Bitcoin to buy a genuine escape ticket from the modern world was my own naivety. I blame college for the fact that I have no escape ticket and do not get to live like a genuine savage yet.
Why is that? Well to start with, college gives naive working class people the idea that their children have a reliable chance ahead of them to become able to take care of themselves, simply through obedience and discipline. If you spend the first 18 years ensuring that your child jumps through all the hoops, by writing down the right Latin word for head, memorizing the capital city of Croatia and using the cosine correctly, your child gets to go to a good college and your work is done, the kid is set for life. In reality, you just succeed at sending your child down to the next layer of hell, which is college, a kind of school where the teacher has so many students that he doesn't bother trying to force you to do your busywork.
College is then followed by the next layer of hell, the internship, which might at some point lead to an actual job that your child will desperately have to cling onto for the next forty years as automation and economic ruin begin to affect our society. An insensitive comment on Facebook about a minority demographic, a hand that slips onto the new intern's thigh as you squeeze past her near the coffee machine because your wife has claimed to have a headache for three nights in a row, a party that leads you to show up half an hour late in the morning, or a lovely walk through the forest during which you turn your cell phone off and don't answer any emails, anything could be sufficient to kick off a chain of events that leads you to clean up your desk and find yourself forced to beg and plead to new people to do petty office labor that makes you want to send a bullet through your skull and turns your life into an insult to everything we could experience as human beings. When you genuinely understand this, you take opportunities to become rich seriously. When you're 20 years old, you take them half-serious.
I should have bought Bitcoin in 2011, when I first heard of it, but I didn't. I didn't, because in my naivety as a college student, I did not genuinely consider the importance of money in one's life. The Dutch government volunteers to serve as an ATM machine for permanently drunk twenty-something year olds, so young people fail to recognize the important role that money plays in deciding whether we can do what we want ourselves, or whether we have to spend 40 hours a week telling people to try turning it off and on again. As a result, I now have a nice little nest-egg, but I don't have a one way ticket to Gaia's paradise, from where the trees, the deer and me point and laugh as the rest of you struggle hard to improve your quarterly figures, call old ladies to convince them to switch to a different Telecom provider, turn in your paper before the deadline and serve each others tables.
One reason to be somewhat excited about Bitcoin rather than completely frightened by it, is the fact that Bitcoin is producing intelligent rich people, who don't share the ethos of today's intelligent rich people. Whereas the lottery produces dumb rich people and capitalism produces smart rich people with an ethos that values hard work and the transformation of the natural environment, Bitcoin produces an aristocracy of cynical misanthropes who perceive our civilization as dysfunctional. We're not completely alone in this sense, as Ted Turner has figured out a big piece of the puzzle too. The fact that there are seven billion humans is insanity, ideally we would reduce that figure to a few hundred million and deindustrialize our society, leaving the remaining humans to survive as fishermen and self-sufficient farmers.
The reason I could anticipate that Bitcoin would be revolutionary, is because I am a student of technology. Back when I bought Bitcoin, I spent a lot of time reading literature by men like Jacques Ellul, critics of technology who sought to write about technology from a detached perspective, to analyze it as the tremendous transforming force that it really is. One important conclusion to draw from this is that it ultimately doesn't matter what we as humans want, or how we feel about a new development in society. We can hate Bitcoin, or cars, or nuclear weapons, or iron swords, we can even hate the people who invent them, we can fear the consequences that these new technologies will have and recognize them as profoundly reprehensible, but none of that will be sufficient to prohibit the widespread introduction of a new technology. If a technology can serve a particular niche, then it will find adaptation.
My girlfriend at the time thought that Bitcoin are the equivalent of tulip mania. I didn't care, because I could recognize that Bitcoin had found its niche. People were buying drugs, hacked credit cards and other material in dark corners of the Internet, where their ability to anonymously transfer a currency whose production is inherently limited ensured that they could engage in economic activities that previously carried enormous risks. These applications for Bitcoin might be unethical, but whether a technology's uses are ethical or unethical is utterly irrelevant when it comes to determining whether the technology will witness widespread adaptation or not.
The successful use of Bitcoin in the dark web trade of drugs was undeniable, but what people fail to recognize is that this is just the visible tip of the proverbial iceberg. If I want to take someone hostage, or intimidate them into handing me their wealth, how do you think I would be caught? The answer to this question is that I would be caught when I try to collect the payment. When I pick up the suitcase full of money, the bushes behind me rattle, a voice declares "drop your weapon, raise your hands" and I spend the next twenty years of my life in prison. Bitcoin has made collecting the payment for such illegal activities the easiest part of the puzzle. There is thus now a big new niche of criminal activities that has been enabled solely through the invention of Bitcoin. People are using Bitcoin to send bomb threats to supermarkets, to blackmail cheating husbands, to trade drugs and a variety of other illegal activities.
Perhaps most important however, is the fact that Bitcoin allows people to store wealth in a form that the government can't reach. Imagine the drug dealer or cannabis grower who has managed to build up a fortune for himself and his family. At some point, the government intervenes, makes a list of the man's possessions and begins to seize his houses, cars, gold, jewelry and other valuables. His children and his wife are now destitute and have a stigma that prohibits them from finding gainful employment. Or are they? His wife remembers the warning she was given by her husband, that if everything were to blow up in his face he had ensured that they could survive without him. "You don't have to worry honey as everything is going to be alright and I will be free in thirteen years". That's not just a message of comfort, it's the key to a brainwallet, a wallet where her husband had placed 1000 Bitcoin. At the time he bought them they cost 100,000 dollar, but by the time he was arrested, their value had increased to 1.2 million. A reasonably comfortable existence now lies ahead of them.
If this seems strange to you, consider this: If you earn at least 55.992 euro a year, you pay a 52% tax above all the income above said amount. If you're a big-shot in the cubicle world, a freelance consultant or whatever you people call yourselves, at what point do you and your employer decide to make a deal and cap your income at a certain level and pay the rest of your income in Bitcoin? This is what's important to understand: Thanks to Bitcoin, most of the rules by which the game of capitalism used to be played no longer apply. Crime didn't pay, because you had no means to collect the payment. Today, banks have a reserve of Bitcoin that they use to pay people who threaten to DDOS them. If the government felt you had an unfair advantage, the government could once seize your assets. Today they can't. The way in which our economic system functions has fundamentally changed. With it, the incentives that once encouraged economic growth and hard work now appear to be diminishing too. And, most importantly: There's nothing you can do about it. The technologies that once centralized power in the hands of government, are now rendered obsolete by technologies that decentralize power into the hands of individuals. Man does not control technology. Technology controls man.
Another thing to understand is that Bitcoin is profoundly destructive, by virtue of its ability to let people earn money simply through control of electricity. If I once had electricity for free, I'd need to come up with something that benefits the capitalist system as a whole, something that consumers want. Today, free electricity is enough. I can mine Bitcoin with it and earn money doing so. This drives away electricity from genuinely useful economic activity, towards a zero-sum game that gives us access to our own share of new Bitcoin. Imagine if people could earn money, simply by leaving the ground fallow. People wouldn't grow crops. What do you think they would do if they can use electricity to earn money without producing anything of value? Bitcoin allows them to do this. Bitcoin creates an economic opportunity for people who can get away with stealing the lifeblood of our economy, electricity. It's already happening.
This is what I figured out back in 2013 and it's what allowed me to earn a lot of money without doing anything. I couldn't care less if people thing it's strange, bound to fail, risky, for basement-dwelling nerds, or worthless. If you understand the fundamental nature of technology, then you understand that this technology is both profoundly dangerous and profoundly powerful. There is every reason to believe that it will rise further in value and that it will cause irreversible damage to the global economy. Governments and central banks are rightly frightened by cryptocurrency and seek to restrain its use, but they have no genuine means by which to prohibit this development. Like automation, cryptocurrency will wreck our way of life in ways that we still struggle to understand and anticipate.
I think that we are still currently in a position where people who purchase Bitcoin can earn a significant profit. There are multiple reasons for this. To start with, an estimated 30% of Bitcoin are dead, no longer controlled by anyone. More importantly however, the distribution of Bitcoin is extremely unequal. A small number of people own most of the coins, which creates a situation of unequal distribution. This is also what leads to its pump and dump pattern of growth, as every tremendous rise in value is accompanied by early adapters stepping out and becoming modern day aristocrats. When I'm starving and knock on the door of a farmer's house and seek to buy food from him, I'm not worried by the one man who sold his wife's diamond ring to him, I'm worried by the ten other men who sold their golden ring to him. My point being: After a certain level of wealth, a person's extreme wealth merely serves to make the rest of us more equal to each other, whereas a big group of somewhat wealthy people have the effect of oppressing those of us without wealth.
I see roughly two scenarios as plausible, one in which Bitcoin preserves its current niche use indefinitely, the other one in which it destabilizes and ultimately replaces the conventional financial system. How could the latter outcome come about? To start with, Bitcoin has the potential to take away vast amounts of government revenue, by taking away its ability to control the financial system. If I buy products online with Bitcoin, the government doesn't have to find out about our transactions, so there is no real reason to pay VAT for the merchant who sells me a product. Similarly, we can exchange labor and avoid inheritance and income taxes. As a result of these trends, the government loses its main source of income, the taxes it places upon people's labor.
When the government loses its ability to use people's labor and its control over financial transactions to pay off its debt, society loses faith in the ability of governments to pay their debts. When this happens, the value of conventional financial assets begins to decline. Most people's wealth today is not locked up in land or physical assets that you can touch, but in the form of various financial products held by a variety of financial institutions. When governments become unable to pay back their debts, these financial products begin to collapse like a house of cards, something that nearly happened back in 2008. When these products lose their value, governments will look towards land and property ownership as their new source of revenue, which will thereby reduce the prices of land and other property.
The consequence we can draw from this is that Bitcoin has the potential, by virtue of its secrecy, to rise in value, far beyond even the value placed on physical gold. I believe that there is a strong potential for this to happen. The industrial revolution was a revolution that eradicated an old feudal order and placed power and control over wealth in the hands of the bourgeoisie. The emergence of a decentralized digital ledger now has the potential to cause a new transition of power, into the hands of those who comprehend and participate in this new financial ecosystem. The fact that most coins are in the hands of drug dealers and hackers does nothing to prevent this outcome, just as the fact that Mark Zuckerberg is a notorious asshole who used Facebook to dig up private information about people did nothing to prevent the rise of Facebook. In the coming years we will find out whether I am right in my prediction that Bitcoin is a technology that tips the conventional economic system into a state of collapse and ushers in a cyberpunk era in which the world is governed by a small group of largely anonymous individuals who control the world's currency supply.
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His Name Was Satoshi Nakamoto: The Fight Club Generation Comes Of Age

As a Kid, I used to swap and copy Amiga games and scene demos with friends and I built up quite a sizeable collection. Prior to that I copied ZX Spectrum games tape to tape, and really didn't think much of it. Sure, I'd seen adverts warning me about the illegalities of copying but they were in direct contradiction to what my Mum always used to tell me "sharing is good."
My sister's boyfriend at the time worked for HM Customs and Excise and he would regularly bust people who profited from selling pirated VHS videos, seizing their wares in the process. Ironically, his private collection of pirated VHS videos was the biggest I'd ever seen. I guess one of the perks of his job was to bring home copies of Point Break and Dirty Dancing, just like a Starbucks worker might pinch the odd cookie to take home.
My sister later went out with a cop (I guess she must have had something for uniforms). I remember sitting in the cop's car one day and remarking on what an awesome music collection he had; it comprised nearly without exception of pirated music on C60 cassette tapes. You know, like how most peoples' cars in the '80s and early '90s looked.
I though to myself, well If a policeman didn't care much for the copyright law then does that tell us more about the cop or the law itself?
I've met several cops since who openly admit to smoking weed and taking ecstasy and few of them would think twice about downloading the latest movie over bittorrent. These aren't bad cops, they're some of the finest people I've met in life.
"On the one hand information wants to be expensive, because it's so valuable. The right information in the right place just changes your life. On the other hand, information wants to be free, because the cost of getting it out is getting lower and lower all the time. So you have these two fighting against each other" - Stewart Brand, 1984
One of the Amiga disks that fell into my collection as a kid was a huge e-book called 'The Jolly Roger's Cookbook'. I was about 13 or 14 at the time. In it were in-depth how-to's on everything from how to make LSD and get high from banana skins to detailed guides on hacking VAX machines, ATM's and phone booths, and even bomb making instructions.
This book, for me, personified the geek mantra that 'information wants to be free'. I read every chapter avidly, fascinated, transfixed, as did many of my friends. It was better than any chemistry lesson.
We have this notion, of course, to err towards protectionism. "Some information is too dangerous to be free" those in possession of it will often argue. No doubt that had I told my rather conservative Mother of the dangerous instruction manual residing in my disk collection, she would have called the police for my own good. Fortunately, I and my friends had the good sense to keep our copies of the Cookbook as secret as the hidden porn mag stash we found in the bushes behind our school.
And so here I am some 20+ years later with all the knowledge of the Jolly Roger's Cookbook stored in my noggin and still I haven't done anything more dangerous with it than make an exploding tennis ball and the odd free phone call to see if my mates wanted to go play football in the park.*
(*No people or animals were harmed during the explosion of the tennis ball but some shareholder profits may have been harmed by the phone calls).
Three or four years after I read the Cookbook, I remember going to watch Fight Club at the cinema with a few friends. I had no idea what the movie was about before going in, but I came out of that cinema a different person.
Palahniuk's blistering polemic on western consumerism and excess, culminating in the controlled demolition of skyscrapers housing the financial records of every American, as the Pixies 'Where Is My Mind' pumped into the cinema at 1000 decibels simply blew me away. As a buregoning idealistic computer scientist, the fall of those skyscrapers represented nothing more than the eradication of 1's and 0's in a mainframe… Just bits of information, something that - at least in theory - could be erased with nothing more than a series of gentle anarchistic keystrokes. Certainly, Tyler's vision could be achieved without the need for bombs or the sacrifice of poor old Robert Paulson's tear-soaked manboobs.
For many a geek and hacker around the world, Fight Club felt like a call to arms. And, whilst fighting SOPA, the NSA, RIAA and many others in the name of freedom of information, we patiently awaited the arrival of Tyler Durden and a set of rules…
And arrive he did, almost exactly 10 years after the release of Fight Club.
His name was Satoshi Nakamoto. (His name was Satoshi Nakamoto).
And he proved to be as elusive and otherworldly as Tyler himself. He came prepared with a full set of rules too, rules as simple and immutable as those of Fight Club (although it was fine if you bought shoes and a shirt with you).
"[Bitcoin] was the beginning, now it's moved out of the basement, it's called Project Mayhem."
We hear a lot of talk about revolution nowadays: from Russell Brand and the Occupy Movement to the Arab Spring, the internet is bringing people together in an unprecedented way, giving oxygen to ideas, information and viewpoints that need no rubber stamp from authorities, nor approval from incumbents looking to protect the status quo. Crucially, this information is getting out there at close-to-zero cost, at an ever-increasing velocity and with global reach.
Bitcoin, your bank balance, like the DNA in your body or the cluster of an atomic nucleus, is just information. And, just like that DNA in your body, it neither needed nor sought permission to come into being.
The technology luddites and those who profit from keeping information expensive will give their all to stopping this information revolution and stemming the flow. Be it in the name of corporate profits or National Security, they will tell you that some information is just too valuable and/or dangerous to be free. And nothing is more dangerous or valuable than the information that represents the amount of loaves you can put on a table, or the amount of votes you can buy to keep those loaves in the coterie of you and your friends.
And yet their efforts to censor and subvert will be thwarted time and time again, just as we have seen with the entertainment industries failure to stop bittorrent, the taxi drivers' attempts to stymie UBER, and the futile governmental backlash against Snowden and Assange.
Slowly but surely the gatekeepers are being deprecated. Deprecated because, embedded deep in the psyche of every one of us, is the voice of our Mother telling us that 'sharing is good'. And that idea took hold long before the middlemen could contrive to trick our psyches into believing otherwise.
No matter who you work for, what flag you live under or party stripe you wear, the idea that 'sharing is good' is common to all humanity.
And it is with this in mind that there's a policewoman right now downloading a "Let's be Cops" torrent from Piratebay to watch with her son and daughter, who have just cut their cupcake in half.
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The Libertarian Society that Was.

For one week every year in the town of Lancaster, New Hampshire, something truly remarkable happens. Libertarians of all stripes and shades travel from around the world, from Mexico to Canada, from Australia to Great Britain, and create the society that they want to see. It is called the Porcupine Freedom Festival, or Porcfest for short.
There are no cops, there are no rulers, and the only laws that exist are the laws that exist between men as they deal with each other as equals. Gadsden flags ("Don't Tread on Me") and Market Anarchist flags (gold and black bisected) were waved instead of the usual Red White and Blue. Almost one in every three men had a sidearm strapped to their legs. People were excited about Bitcoin as a currency, and hopeful for the future.
I arrived on Wednesday night at around 11:30, and I did not have a campsite. I drove up and parked along the side of a path, and walked down a hill where I saw a large collection of party-goers hanging out in the rain beside a campfire. I walked down and met up with a friend of mine from London, named Harold. He stared at me for a second before drunkenly hugging me and making sure that I was provided with a beer. He then introduced me to his group of friends.
"This is Edward Snowden, everybody," he declared to those he was talking with. They laughed. I suppose I do bear some resemblance to the famed whistleblower, but I doubt my accomplishments will hold much light in comparison. Still, it wasn't the worst nickname I have been given.
Harold then led me to Jonathon, who is a man from French-Canada. Both of them had visited me at my house earlier in the week
I had loaned Harold one of my tents earlier in the week when he, along with Jonathon, had visited my house on their way to New Hampshire. They were being given rides by our friend Phillip, who was attending with his wife and his two daughters. While Phillip had opted for a hotel, they had opted for a campsite.
The tent that I had loaned him was apparently flooded. As such, Harold asked if he could sleep in my car. Jonathon, on the other hand, had brought his own setup, and it was very dry, and didn't need to use my vehicle for such things. I consented, and we decided to see if any food was available this late at night.
We found a vendor in a tent selling ice-cream. They accepted Bitcoin. I decided to try their ice cream, which they assured was made without the permission or license of the state. It was delicious and did not kill me.
We then wandered by to the fire with our ice cream. There was a man in nothing but a loincloth sitting on a picnic table, and he seemed to be selling moonshine. There were a few young men enjoying some cannibis. There was no more beer. I decided to go to bed.
The next morning, I met a man and a woman who were sitting on top of a large boulder that I'd apparently parked next to. They were watching the sunset, and I was told that if you sat on that rock, you'd have an amazing view. I took their word for it before I took a waddle around the campsite. It amazed me the sheer number of men walking around with all manner of firearms. The most common were hip-holstered openly carried pistols, but there were also several men wielding shotguns and semi-automatic (assumedly) sporting rifles. There was also a tent that I found with a class on constructing an AR-15. The class was 700 dollars. You kept the AR-15 you had built when the class was over.
The amount of vendors that were operating was also pretty interesting. There were hot-dog vendors, a bacon-pancake vendor, vegan and paleo specific foods, raw honey, and even entire bars and saloons with a wide assortment of strange spirits.
Other businesses included gold and silver trade, a Bitcoin ATM, blueprints for automatic weapons, unlicensed tattoo parlors, unlicensed casinos, and even a strip-club called the Thunderdome (I would give you the scoop on the happenings in there, but I abstained; those who did not inform me that I did not miss out on much).
We went on a beer run and headed away from the campsite past another campsite (one with a Christmas theme) and into the town of Jefferson. Even though it was less than 5 miles away from the campsite, few here seemed to know what Porcfest was. When told that Libertarians really liked New Hampshire, one local resident replied, "Why? There's nothing here."
Their pizza was good, their cigarettes (what Jonathon called "Darts") were cheap, and their alcohol was about what you'd expect at a gas station.
I spent that day talking with Jonathon, the Canadian man who I loaned my bed eariler in the week. He was 19 years old, and had been all over the world. He was well-travelled, and had spent his adult life so far travelling the world. He paid for this with undefined Bitcoin-related riches, no doubt an early investor.
Harold was a man in London who is an organizer for a Libertarian club and also heads the Anarcho-Capitalist Steam group, with over 800 members.
We did Karaoke that night, and though most of the singers were about what you expect at a Karaoke event (with me butchering Tainted Love by Soft Cell), Phillip from Ohio blew the crowds away with his rendition of Frank Sinatra's hit My Way, which spoke to the hearts of the freedom-loving crowd. Phillip was classically trained and had attended 4 years of voice school, and I sympathized with the act that followed his. The event was not a contest, but he won it anyway.
On Friday morning, I woke up early with Jonathon and Harold and we attended a safety brief for the range. A local gun range had agreed to allow us to shoot on their range, and an NRA instructor gave the classic safety rules to everyone, just in case they weren't aware of them previously. We then drove in a caravan over to the range, and were treated to a wide selection of highly powerful automatic weapons. For 25 dollars, you could get a 30 round magazine of 5.56 or 7.62 and safely fire it at a paper target through an M16 or an AK-47. I decided to skip that and fire a .50 caliber Desert Eagle.
It takes a lot to impress me when it comes to firearms, I've fired my fair share of fully-automatic weapons when I was in the infantry. From Ma Deuces to Saws, I've fired a lot of weapons. The Desert Eagle was, by far, the most absurdly over-powered. Needless to say, I'd like to own one.
.22 ammunition was free to shoot, so after firing the Deagle as it's called in the Counter Strike community, I went up and went plinking with a variety of .22 caliber rifles and pistols while my friends went crazy with M16s.
A gay dance party was held on Thursday night at the camp-site. I was told by one persona attending that it was easy to tell the gay people from the straight people there.
"The gay people are dressed normally," I was told.
I bought a cookie from a pair of sisters who were no older than 6 years. It was delicious, but 1 dollar for a cookie is a bit expensive in retrospect. Who can say no to kids selling cookies? Certainly not many of the people there. Even those who ate Paleo would taste a cookie if a 6 year old tried to sell it to them.
The Paleo diet is very interesting, as many of the people at this event would eat only paleo food. The diet of low-grain and primitive blueprints doesn't, on the surface, have anything in common with Libertarian philosophy or politics, so why was it that they were in such showing at the event? I may never know. Another oddity was the amount of Libertarians with beards. I do not refer to your typical goatee, but I instead talk of fully-blown lumberjack beards. Perhaps it's the fashion in New Hampshire, it'd certainly be in keeping with their reputation.
I took Jonathon and a man who runs a video-blog (Lengthyournarther on YouTube, but let's call him Steve) out to lunch. The wings had something to be desired, and the pizza seemed manufactured, but then again, Western New York sets the bar high in this regard, and I consider myself a connoisseur in this respect. When we got the bill, Steve decided to pay for his share with a 1 troy-ounce silver coin with a buffalo on it. Silver was regarded as acceptable all across Porcfest, but in the town of Lancaster, it wasn't as readily accepted. I, however, do accept Silver as a method of payment, and was more than willing to pay on his behalf for the shiny coin. Gold was also completely acceptable in Agora Valley (one name for the campsite), but neither of these were nearly as popular as Bitcoin. Everything was for sale if you had bitcoin, from guns to poker-chips to sex. There was a bitcoin ATM machine, and bitcoin stickers, and bitcoin shirts. I got a free shirt from a 12 year old that ran a booth. He surveyed me on my experience with bitcoin, and provided me a knife, an umbrella, a t-shirt, along with other goodies. It was, by any metric, a completely fair trade for me.
On the last night, I was getting rather tired. Too much alcohol and not enough sleep will get any man, and if you combine sunburn with these you get a man who is quite tuckered out. I attended a few folk-music concerts, saw a man get an entire tent hopping as a one-man band, and saw a large wooden porcupine get lit up in a bonfire. I went to bed early before my eyesockets got too heavy.
When I woke up on Sunday Morning, however, it was all gone. The booths were getting packed up, many people had already left, and people were wandering around cleaning up after themselves. I said goodbye to my friends, and after packing up my things, I began the long ride home.
At first, I was feeling rather somber for the fact that I would have to return to New York, a land of statism and silliness. The thought of leaving New Hampshire, where seat-belts are considered optional, was pretty depressing, but then I remembered some wisdom passed by Dr. Suess.
"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened".
Just over three days I spent in New Hampshire, partying and rallying with all manner of free people. That was enough to render me completely exhausted, but a younger man might want a bit more. For one week, in the tiny town of Lancaster, in Coos (pronounced "Koo-Ah-s") County New Hampshire, a Libertarian society existed. It was amazing due to what I saw, but also the things I didn't. It was liberating with what I could do, and also what I didn't have to do. It was amazing to be accepted as an individual, while being part of a larger group. It gave me a glimpse of what a Libertarian society could be, and hopefully, what such a society will be.
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Crypto Musings on Our First Birthday

Crypto Musings on Our First Birthday
as fast as I an type . . .
I have been studying cryptos seven days a week for almost a year. One of our members has been mining for 52 months. We are busy with development, but my primary interest is political theory and psychology. For me, the most interesting thing about it all is not the money, but the theory!
There are plenty of players who've been around longer; but with respect, most are not oriented to analysing cryptos as a phenomenon.
Here are some random observations:

It's still early early days. Time is fore-shortened amazingly. We are still laughing at ourselves because we thought in May 2013 that it was all over! The 52-months miner recalls when there were only 5 coins in existence.

Get comfortable with being wrong. Chaos theory explains how 'unstable' an 'equation' is in accordance with the number of uncertain variables in that equation. The Crypto Equation is full of uncertain variables. We have seen our best estimations laid in the dust by developments.

For example, I guessed that 'the Mazacoin thing' would happen. But we sure didn't guess that weeks later six coins in the top forty would be 'nationals'; and then that just weeks later they would already mostly be where Greece Coin is this morning.
You can have a stab at trends (like 'nationals'); but estimations of their careers is almost impossible. So, be 'overtly theoretical.' Think big as a company policy.
(For example, IndiaMikeZulu has an in-house physical alternative currency backed 50/50 by silver bullion and Litecoin.)
Almost every utterly loony idea that we have touched upon has turned up in some coin or other.

Develop alliances with people you truly trust. There is far far far far too much data in this game for any one person to hold their own. My business partner holds all our coin, and does all our trading and tech stuff. I do all the development work -- all day on the phone. Our miner mines what we ask him to, and sends us a bill.

Know who you are!!

The crypto world has far far more than the average of lying scuzbag bastards. And the generally weak social skills of Net people exacerbate this problem: high volumes of low-quality 'info' in threads that get left behind by people who have charged off to The Next Big Social Media Instrument.
The crypto-sphere is under the sway of irrationalists and scammers and whales and pump-n-dumpers; and if you are oriented to cryptos as being 'transactional' rather than speculative, you had best consider this problem at length.

Once upon a time, Bitcoin was God, holding well over 90% of total crypto market-cap. Then coins began to sprout like mushrooms. Late last year, I was fascinated to note that Bitcoin's share of total cap had dropped to 75%.

Now grab a calculator. Bitcoin-plus-Top-Four holds well over 90% of cap today. Crypto money has 'backed up against' the Bitcoin pole. Money will surge back into altcoins when Bitcoin surges again; but big picture? When a tadpole becomes a frog, the head gets bigger . . . and the tail drops off!
I recall a day last December when six coins debuted on coinmarketcap in one day. About then, I wrongly predicted that the end of the altcoin proliferation must be imminent. We had Tittiecoin and Potcoin and other such lightweights falling like rain.
Yes, I was horribly wrong -- or was I?

Ten months ago, there existed a 'level' on which new coins existed for sometimes months before they got a listing on Cryptsy, then on coinmarketcap.

That is, a coin was created; then its development began; it struggled for months to get a listing on a small exchange -- there were so few exchanges!! -- then WHAM!! -- debut on Cryptsy/coinmarketcap.
But the proliferation of exchanges has changed that. Many new coins sort of 'dribble' onto the scene, with a listing on two exchanges on Day One . . . but no volume or price. Or ethics. Or community. Or development-plan.
Shun these coins!! They embarass us all -- but do so civilly. Our historians will see us -- quite rightly -- as overwrought characters shouting rude words in size-400 fire-engine-red letters upon all too little provocation.
The earlier reality pressured coin-creators into making coins that would survive that period on that 'level'; but now coins of no quality at all can be launched because that constraint is no more. Scam coins were more likely to be run to ground in the earlier model -- although now people are much better able to recognise Dross Coin for what it is.

The whales remain The Biggest Problem. It may be that they are an aspect of the nature of it all -- but that's not the same as not working hard to constrain them. Don't forget that whales can wait for years, then reap immense profit.

Those with political backgrounds outside cryptos understand this phenomenon. It is the 'trusts' of the U.S. in the 1930's. It's the oligopolies of the present global banking-system.
Over time, I suspect that a movement will produce coins aimed at taming this problem (I have one theorised, ready to go today, in the closet.).
Think of it this way, if such a reality of 'insider trading' existed in the Real World, libertarians would be squealing like pigs about it.
In short, many cryptos are now 'de facto centralised.'

There is a need for more 'people-ness' in the crypto movement. We used to joke in the Regular Army about the Mythical Foo Foo Bird, which flies around in ever smaller circles until it disappears up its own arsehole. Speaking as an outsider to the Net -- 'on' it but not of it, so to speak -- I note how truly fantastically divorced from normal human society many of the denizens and development tactics are. XXX sites and drug-selling sites and computer-equipment sites are not the be all and end all of crypto use -- it's the foo-foo bird. It's time to take cryptos to the streets.

The citizens of the western world are nearing some sort of social implosion:

peak oil, peak soil, peak water, peak people; debt, militarism, 'social incoherence,' climate change (whether it's us or not) -- and did I mention debt?
The Internet isn't goin' away -- but think about whether it is a fact of social affluence? or serving more basic functions?
The libertarian crypto-coiners should be all over this. They stand to gain enormously by positioning cryptos to be central to a post-affluence Net environment.

One clear pattern:

once upon a time, Bitcoin hadn't been discovered. Then it had -- we bought our first Bitcoin for $125; but I spoke to a business person who sold a bunch of cows for 100 BTC @ $45. You can guess which day he cashed out!
The following is clear, and should serve to maintain the spirits of all right-hearted crypto-folk:
if you 'strip out' the 'knocks,' the price of cryptos has gone up. Simple as that!!
Indiamikezulu came onto the stage with wide eyes and a tiny budget and a commitment to the politics. For a while, it all just seemed chaotic (and we traded the chaos. It's amazing how many people don't count fiat currency in their arsenal. Always have some fiat currency ready to buy in when Shit Happens!!).
What sustained us was the steady proliferation of Stuff That You Could Buy with Cryptos. The list, on Our Day One (in Australia) was almost nothing. (and we recall when a third coin became tradeable in fiat!! Wow!!).
Think of (a) places where you can spend cryptos, and (b) more public knowledge of cryptos, and (c) more technology to move cryptos about -- like ATM machines -- as 'the base' of the crypto-phenomenon 'pyramid.' Think of the rise and fall in crypto market-cap (prices) as the 'height' of the pyramid.
Well, the long-term equation is:
governments will 'smack down' cryptos as hard as they dare to, and prices will rise and fall on that basis ('height of the pyramid'); but the primary indicator is the 'width of the base.'
Check today's coindesk.com articles. Bitcoin fuel pumps? La Maison du Bitcoin? Pryptos? Venture Capital flowing in? A year ago, that would have been simply unbelievable. 72 months ago, they'd have put you in a rubber room for sayin' it out loud!

Don't focus on cryptos as 'currencies.' Focus on them as 'currencies/technologies.' It's the technologies that will ultimately facilitate their mainstream acceptance (other than the 'dark' aspects . . . ).

Indiamikezulu -- me -- loves terms. We see Bitcoin as 'Gen-1.' We shouted out 'GEN-2!!' the day we discovered Nxt (and bought 410K). Ripple and Mastercoin (whether they succeed or not . . . ) are Gen-3
But we see Crypto 2.0 as the future.

The other half of this is the irationalism of My Coin. Those who choose to 'stand back from it all' can see this plainly.

In a strictly logical model, everyone would segue from old coins to new coins, and simply dump the old ones -- as we do with cars, music systems, tv's, planes, toasters, and washing machines. But humans get attached to stuff, so there will be a weird interplay between sticking with My Coin, and moving to Better Coin.

This brings us to 'coin disposition.' We work very consciously on the 'Suite-of-Coins Principle.' No one coin is going to 'win.' So, have a cool-headed policy whereby you 'dispose' your holdings in a number of currrencies.

For example, Doge is a great coin. I love Dogecoiners -- but I wouldn't want my superannuation invested in it.
Tiny-cap coins fascinate me (for the libertarian aspects); but you wouldn't use one in a commercial-development project simply because they lack the volume you need to jump from cryptos to fiat.
Coins like Ether might hardly exist at present, but we feel strongly that we can't afford not to hold some.
We took a knock on some of these 'post-Gen-1' coins that we felt that we had to hold; but we came out ahead. Our insight is:
if you break even on 6 out of 10, and lose a packet on 1 out of 10, the last 3 will leave you way way ahead.
So, do think about being a 'crypto-coiner' rather an 'X-coin person.' Change is the only constant.
Finally: Be the Bourse!!
Speaking as a political theorist, I find it strange/entirely predictable that the crypto thing went so fast from the doggedly peer-to-peer nature it had when a pizza cost 10 000 Bitcoin to the centralised model we have now.
Imagine you were in China -- or India or Russia (or Lebanon or Iceland or or or . . . ). By developing a 'diffused' model,' you would have cryptos in use exactly as cryptos would be in use in the libertarian model: the slow-motion 'price discovery' of community exchanges tames volatility. Peer-to-peer trading strengthens community. It helps to shield cryptos from the state.

When you are explaining crypto security to newcomers, be careful to separate the nature of exchanges from the cryptographic security of the currencies in general. Automated exchanges are a luxury not a necessity. They are an instrument of speculation.

Recall that the collapse of Mt Gox had nothing to do with cryptographic currencies. It had to do with a 'superstructure' of shoddy exchange architecture.
(Who noticed that Australia's NAB bank cited Mt Gox as a reason for its position on cryptos -- but wait!! What does Mt. Gox have to do with people who trade fiat-to-crypto for businesses? or just as a hobby? or as development of the technology? Answer: nothing!!)
Thank you for time.
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What is the most overused joke people use when crossing? Has anyone actually waved their hand at you and said "These aren't the drugs you're looking for."? I wish they would say that. The worst is during the charter season when everyone is going to mexico and the caribbean and upon returning they say OLA! and say how cold it is. Every single one of them.
Let's say you suspect someone is hiding drugs. You tear their car up looking for them but find nothing and let them pass. Who's pays for the damage to the vehicle that you guys caused? We don't create any permanant damage to the vehicles we search unless its absolutely necessary and in extreme circumstances.
Any damage caused by an examination regardless of result is not paid for by the agency. Unless an accident had occured.
Wouldn't the accident be wrongly searching somebody's car? It's not wrong to search the car just because nothing was found. It was just non-resultant
I can understand but that is pretty awful. I've heard of border guards taking seats and panels off of a car (like you said nothing permanent) and just leaving it as is when nothing was found. I would be livid if that happened to me. Have you ever felt bad and helped return the car to stock? We will help put it back together most times. But it's not required.
Spoken like a real dickhead. Stay classy.
Then... "What type of cheese?" He asked. I said "American... The square fake ones we call cheese." He then let me pass. Certain types of cheese is prohibited. But it typically has to be not pasturized or prepared in whey.
But why? Because those types of cheeses can carry parasites that can possibly affect a product of the Canadian agricultural industry.
Not worth the risk of bringing it in. However slight the risk.
I saw a documentary where people carrying a large amount of cash were required to give a huge percentage of it to the border guards. Was that legal? How? Why? Link? Certainly not true. You are required by law to declare any amount of currency over $10,000.00 CDN. If someone fails to declare their cash a fine can be assessed and it can be seized. But no a percentage of cash is not automatically given to CBSA when imported.
So 999$ does one not have to answer where it came from? No. You do have to answer where it came from. Under the customs Act you must answer truthfully all questions regarding your goods you are importing into Canada.
When you have 1000 you must declare it openly without being asked or found.
Would I have to declare twenty bitcoin (current value ~15,000 US)? Nope. Just Cash or tangible monetary instruments like travelers cheques.
My question: Are the border officers still this easy going, or have post 9/11 security concerns changed things? I'm sure it still happens all the time though. But 9/11 has made things much more complicated for everyone involved.
Why do we hear so many stories about border guards being dicks? Are you a dick? I certainly can be if I feel acting that way will help with an examination.
But I don't try to be on a regular basis.
Some people respond to that type of pressure better than others. Sometimes I use sugar, sometimes vinegar.
Do you prefer Border cards or passports? (I have both) I always prefer a passport over any other government issued ID.
Why. Passport has more info. Past trips. Stamps etc.
If I have a NEXUS card, would you prefer that I hand you only the NEXUS card, or my passport as well? I prefer to see both. But you really just need the card.
Why don't US passports routinely get stamped at the land crossings? I had to beg the officer for a stamp, and when she begrudgingly gave me one, it had "Courtesy" written on it... Are you a dual citizen?
Heyyy! Yeah I'm Canadian and I've never got a stamp when I go to the US! Now I want one. Just ask. They'll give ya one.
Sorry for the delayed response, but no- I'm not a dual citizen. Just curious as to why I had to ask for a stamp when other countries just give you one. Some land border crossings are a bit more lenient on the stamp issue as a passport is not required. But you can ask for one and they should have no problem giving it to you. Many people need the stamps for work purposes or for visa renewal issues.
Hey CBSC Officer, Mike Chang here. If I want to import illegal steroids over the border to supply my clients with drugs that explode their abs, how do I go about doing it? The latest method I've tried is smuggling pills in my butthole, and so far so good. Sometimes more comes out though, and I'm looking for an easier method (can openers should never go near a man's rose pedals!) Any advice? None. Your doing a stand up job as it is.
Why is immigration allowed to go through peoples cell phones after landing at airport? The guy went through my pictures, text (even sent some text) When your entering the country all of your goods you are importing are subject to an examination. That includes digital files as well. With the amount of data that can be stored on a cell phone it's imperative that we have access to that info to stop some pretty horrific images and intel from entering the country.
I've never heard of an officer actually sending a text however. That's not something I would do, nor would I see any reason to.
Do you think that worth the violation of a person personal space, it does seem to catch many people? Yes I think it is worth it. Travelers should have a lower expectation of privacy when entering a country as they know they are importing goods liable to inspection. If you don't want something searched than it's best to leave it home. We find evidence of violations on a daily basis on people phones though text messages, imessages, etc.
Thanks for reply, he did send text, then deleted it on my phone. Then he made my friend cry who was waiting for me, and her husband in the truck outside. It was very strange. I suppose he was probably trying to contact someone you might have known here.
A better course of action would be to call from our phone. Or have you contact them. Doing it ourselves is not all that common.
to stop some pretty horrific images and intel from entering the country. This baffles me. If someone wanted to get images or information into the country, why would they do it by carrying it in physically? Surely it's more efficient to do it electronically? Well people who use those images always have them close to them. They never store those images in an email. Too easy to track. It's always stored on devices.
Michigander here, I fairly regularly cross through Detroit/Windsor and PH/Sarnia. Why do I always get asked what country I am a citizen of after they take my ID? Is it just a general question that normally gets asked other places too, like airports? Is it because I have an enhanced ID and not a passport? Its one of our mandatory questions. If your ID does not specifically state your citizenship we are required to ask.
I figured it was but it's just annoying because it says right on top; Michigan (then in smaller letters) MI USA. It just makes me want to ask the border patrol agents (both US and CA) if they can read. But I would never do such a stupid thing lol. Is it a passport card or a driver's license?
Enhanced driver license. No problem. A drivers license, does not state your citizenship on it. And non-Americans can get a driver's license so having one does not automatically assume you have American citizenship.
Also thanks for doing this ama! That's why we ask when you present that ID to us.
Didn't think you could cross the border with only a driver's license anymore. Just at landborders.
That's makes sense actually. I've never actually seen a passport so I didn't know the differences. Thanks again for answering my question! Have a good one. No problem, you too.
I thought having a prior DUI in the US was a big no-no for entering Canada. When I visited BC this last summer I was never even asked if I've ever committed a crime in the US. What is the official policy? If you have been convicted of a DUI in the US it can make you inadmissble to Canada for up to 10 years after the completion of your sentence. We have the ability to check your criminal record but we don't run every single persons name through all the time. Just like speeding sometimes you will get pulled over sometimes not.
If an officer becomes aware of your conviction it can cause you some problems. A DUI is considered a more serious offense in Canada than in the US where it is typically a misdemeanor.
Thanks for clearing it up. I will say the Officers were really nice, wayyy better than US CBP. We're all nice! We deal with US CPB daily. They're no different than us. Though they have much more authority in their decision making it seems.
Does it require a conviction? Is an open small-time possession case enough? I'm thinking more about MJ than alcohol. Marijuana possession is a summary (misdemeanor) conviction in Canada and having 1 conviction of this will not make you inadmissible. Unless you had like 50 pounds of it.
Interesting, thanks for this reply..I have a dual citizenship (currently living in the US) and got a DUI conviction about six years ago and that's my only criminal history. Would this hypothetically prevent me from entering the country despite my dual citizenship? Not at all. As a Canadian citizen you enter the country by right no matter what.
Well I deal mainly with the ones on the Southern US Border... Some are kind of dicks. Yeah I can imagine their job on the Mexican border is slightly more intense than dealing with us Canucks.
When you catch people running drugs, do they say 'sorry'? Yeah almost all the time they do!
Is it common/is there significant reasons behind border guards being hard on Canadians coming back into Canada? I am a Canadian citizen and it's not uncommon that when coming back in (from the USA) the guard is really rude. A friend once said "50 Bucks" when asked how much she had spent and the guard hassled her for a good ten minutes about how she HAS to say "Fifty DOLLARS, not bucks." Is there really a reason behind that kind of stuff? Not really. Nothing can excuse rude behavior. We're people, we have bad days. But we're expected to always act professional and courteous. A lot of times people use slang or give vague answers which can be frustrating when we're trying to get an accurate declaration. But fifty bucks is fifty bucks. I certainly wouldn't have a problem with someone delcaring that to me.
Are the people who are coming to Canada only going there because they can't get into America? That and poutine.
Truth. You'd think that fries covered in gravy and cheese would be easy for Americans to replicate, but I have yet to find anyone who can do it like those damn Canadians. Gotta use salty beef gravy and fresh kurds!
The fresh curds, that the killer, you need to be down in like Wisconsin, Minnesota, or Iowa dairy country to get the good ones if you don't wanna make the trek to the great white north. ;) We probably get it from the same place.
How do you decide to tax Canadians coming back from US shopping? How often does it happen? None of my friends nor I have ever been taxed after declaring way over our limit of goods. It's up to the discretion of the officer doing the exam. Our priority is not about collecting duties and taxes on the average person as it was in the past. If we feel the person is being honest in their declaration and they are over we often let them through.
That's been my experience. One time I declared something like $400 worth of bike clothing/parts on a quick trip SOB (South Of the Border). The BSO's response? Sounds about right :)
Why does the boarder guard always ask where I am going and what for? If I was up to something, I would just lie and they'd never know differently. BTW, been to Canada many times, always have fun. Nice people you Canucks are. As a foreign national coming to Canada you have a legal obligation to answer questions about your trip fully and truthfully. Of course you can lie, and many do. But most get caught. Lies are typically only 2 or 3 layers deep. It's easy to pick out an inexperienced liar. We certianly dont catch them all unfortunately.
Yeah, you don't have to tell a cop where you are going or what you plan on doing. It's none of their business. When you cross a border you are asking for permission to enter another country. Permission they do not have to give you. I think people forget that sometimes. Yes that leverage can make our job easier for certain.
In my dozen trips to Canada from Washington state (mostly from the Peace Arch but a few times from that other one), CBP agents were really, really rude. I got stopped for random searches about 8 times. Well you aren't being detained. Being detained means you are being held against your will outside of the regular customs process. When you are detained you have the right to a lawyer etc.
Is it because I had an NRA sticker? I've never been arrested, no dui, no traffic tickets. Kinda bummed me out that it always took so long to get through because I was detained for so long. Having an NRA sticker is not a sole reason for a search but it can be an indicator you might have a firearm with you.
Hmmm. I consider it detainment when I'm asked to go inside while they search my car, and then I'm searched when I enter the building. While having your car and yourself searched seems extreme its not outside of the regular process. If they decided to do a disrobement (strip search). That is considered detainment.
What are some of the best or most interesting contraband items you have come across on the job? Guns, Drugs, Obscene material, live animals sewed into jackets. All different types of USB drives disguised as different things. Mostly holding child abuse images or hate material or terrorism material.
What about your favorite single "bust"? My favourite was a child abuse images bust that resulted in some children being removed from a dangerous situation.
I'm sorry but I can't get into any specific cases for legal reasons.
Why do they disguise the USBs when they could just encrypt the information? Laziness or ignorance of how to encrypt I suppose.
Whats the most dangerous/illegal stuff you've caught someone sneaking into the country? Guns, drugs, and images of child abuse, (child pornography,) are by far the most dangerous goods we see on a regular basis.
Shit, child pornography? do you go through the guy's laptop? I hate that term "Child Pornography." Porn suggests its a legally created video between consenting individuals. Images of child sexual abuse is more accurate...
But yes we find those images on cell phones, laptops, ipads, etc all too often.
There are some really sick people on this world, thanks for cleaning up the mess a little. If only you could choose to unsee something...
What about pirated movies, lets say you check a laptop and theres a bunch of pirated movies would you guys do something for that or not. No we would not do anything about that. CDN laws don't consider having pirated material a crime just yet. Though I'm sure it's coming.
How did you get into the Job? And does it pay well/ have good benefits? I've often thought about doing that as a job, now seems like a good time to ask! I worked mostly security jobs before applying "off the street." I also have a criminology degree. If you are still young and a student you can apply to be a student officer during the summer. You can check out the info on the Government of Canada website. Pay is decent depending on where you live as the salary is a flat rate across the country. A regular officer right now makes about $65,000. a year plus overtime. A good pension (not as good as it used to be) and full medical and dental plan.
I was looking at the official website and saw the requirement to accept posting anywhere in Canada. In practice how much say have you had in where you are posted/how often you move around? That policy actually came into affect the last couple of years. I was lucky enough to begin my career when you accepted a posting to a district close to home so luckily I'll never be moved unless I choose to. Once you are posted to a region your likely to stay there as long as you like. Your job may change, or your unit, but it will stay in the same area.
I thought that the full medical / dental plan came with being a Canadian citizen, not from being a government employee? We do have universal health care. However that only offers the bare bones in coverage. And doesn't cover dental. My health plan pays for things such as orthopedics, inhalers, private rooms in a hospital etc.
You should come work for US customs. ... they make a killing at most ports of entry. We make pretty similar salaries
Do you know why it was changed in the first place? Probably allowed some flexibility for upper management to fill the voids as needed across the country instead of just within their region.
CBSA is following a trend of mimicking the RCMP in a lot of its methods.
Any funny stories of people entering the country? All kinds. And scary ones. Had one guy come into Canada to meet a girl he met online. While in fact he actually had plans to cannibalize her. Luckily the girl didn't actually exist. Someone was just playing a scam on him.
How do you know he planned to cannibalize her? Found him talking about it on a forum on his computer.
International student that graduated from a Canadian University and am currently working in Canada with an open work permit. The work permit says it does not guarantee re entry into Canada. I was told I required to get a tourist visa to guarantee re entry. My passport now has a worker and a tourist visa stamped on it. I went to Buffalo for a few hours. When I tried to re enter Canada I was almost not let in because I did not have my work permit document and was warned that I should have it with me. What was the point of getting that tourist visa or a worker visa stamped onto the passport if they don't get me into the country if I don't have my work permit document? The stating of "Does not guarantee re-entry" simply means that being in possession of this document does not mean we will automatically let you in. That document simply means that once you've been granted entry to Canada you are entitled to work according to the conditions listed on the work permit. You should always have your work permit / study permit with your passport if your re entering the country to work as that is proof of your authorization to work in Canada. Without it it can cause problems.
I know an American girl that is living in Canada without a work visa, and she has far overstayed the length of a tourist visa. She works under the table. If she enters the US periodically, but returns to Canada each time, does that "reset" her tourist visa? As far as I know she hasn't done this. Will she be flagged the next time she crosses back into the US? Everytime you are granted entry to Canada and given a stamp that gives you 6 months to stay in Canada. This can be limited by the officer by issueing whats called a visitor record if they want to shorten or lengthen someone stay past 6 months.
A person must satisfy an officer when coming to Canada that they aren't making Canada their primary place of residence. So if someone stays for 6 months, leaves, comes back a week later and stay another 6 months, rinse, repeat, they are now making Canada their residence. If she hasn't been caught yet that doesn't mean she won't be if she leaves and comes back.
But feel free to send me her name if you want something done about it :)
How do you look not suspicious when crossing a border? (it had to be asked) Depends on what your trying to do...
Ok, since drugs are boring, I am smuggling a ultrarare hybrid turtlecroc across the border. How do I avoid getting stopped? ;) Impossible.
We are all fully trained on detecting ultrarare hybrid turtlecrocs...
"Sir, may I ask what your plans are while visiting Canada, and why are you lying?" "I'M SOOORRYYY!!! I BROUGHT THIS ULTRARARE HYBRID TURTLECROC TO SELL IN THE BLACK MARKET!!! OH GOOOD!" That's how I'd respond to an interrogation... Edit: words words. Thats how we hope it goes down :)
Serious question... I'm a South American with permanent residence in USA planning to drive to Canada from Florida to visit old friends (used to live in Mississauga), my kids are US citizens... How does this go? Your kids should have their US passports with them. Though not legally required, having a passport typically provides the smoothest examination. You should have both your national passport as well as your US permanent resident card. Without proof of your residency, you would be required to have a CDN visa as a citizen of a South American country.
Is everyone searched? Honestly that would give me so anxiety I wouldn't even want to visit the country at all. I live in Maine and I would love to go but it seems like you have a lot of strict guidelines that you are forced to adhere to. Do you agree with the laws and regulations regarding border crossing, in general? Absolutely I agree with them. And not everyone is searched. Not even close. Less than 5% of vehicles coming into Canada go through a thorough search.
You shouldn't have any hesitiation to come visit. Especially where you're so close. We'd love to have you!
So, I don't need to apply for Canadian visa if I'm a US permanent resident? No as a US permanent resident you don't need a CDN visa. But you do have to show proof of it and your citizenship. So bring both your passport and your PR card.
What the largest quantity of drugs youve found up someone's ass? 1 kg. or 2.2 pounds.
I once declared that I had meat when flying back from Vegas because I had (most of) half a ham sandwich in my bag. Was that being too cautious? Failing to import meat that is prohibited can lead to a huge fine if the officer feels you were trying to be dishonest.
What's the craziest thing that's happened on the job? Probably the man who came to Canada to eat a pregnant lady.
I was questioned at the border (US Citizen) and they stapled a report into my passport... Can I rip it out now? What does Case Type 10 mean? What triggers a US citizen to be put into the "second room" as i call it? You were probably issued a visitor record. If its expired you can shred it. Case type 10 means visitor.
Do certain land crossings have betteworse reputations? I travelled slightly ahead of the group to begin with, so I could spend some time with friends, and came to the Windsor crossing on a Greyhound. The others drove through the same place 3 days later. All of us found the experience awful. The US border guys were impatient, rude and incredibly suspicious (as opposed to thorough). They tore apart the car and trailer (the fact that they had a trailer might have had something to do with it). I was unaware that my 3 different Visa Debit cards wouldn't work with their machines, and the others lost a wallet at a filling station in Toronto, and we all had trouble paying the nominal border fee - not through lack of funds but accessibility to them. We weren't allowed out to an atm (visible from the desk the officials were sat at, and were instead made walk around the office begging people to swap currency with us. The agent I dealt with was subject to the worst mood swings I've ever come across - one second thanking me for being polite and following his instructions to a t, and then almost in the same breath shouting at me and calling me an idiot. We were understandably apprehensive, then, when we came to the Eureka border to re-enter Canada. The epileptic dog with us' medicine had lost effectiveness and he was having upwards of 7 fits a day, we were all wrecked, the car's owner had lost her driving license, and we still had this trailer we were hoping not to tear apart again. Yet the border agent looked at our passports, asked if we had any beer (we had a measly 2 cans he let us keep) and let us on our way in under a minute. Do you think it was a US vs Canada thing, a specific crossing thing or just bad luck that we happened upon 3 asshole agents? I think that experience can happen to you at any border crossing. It sounds like it might have been a combination of their lack of patience and your friends lack of preparedness in crossing the border. No currency, lost your ID etc. The Americans are no worse or better than their American counterparts. They have their methods and some officers are harder others. But it's not personal. Sometimes acting that way is on purpose to get the job done.
Plus a bunch of guys on vacation with a trailer shows the signs of potentially coming to the US for longer than intended. They were being quite thorough it seems.
Hey, I have pretty good luck going through customs, but Mom has awful luck.. she always get "randomly" searched. Do people get flagged to be searched in a computer system somewhere? And if so, what does a person have to do to get flagged? If you have any previous enforcement. Alcohol seizures or undeclared goods it can flag you to always be selected for a search but not always.
There are random searches as well.
Sometimes it could be as simple as your name and birthdate are very similar to that of a person of interest.
Probably undeclared goods haha. Do you (people who work in customs) flag people just because they are rude? No. There's not even a method to do that with our systems. You would have to have some sort of violation to be flagged for future searches.
Each person you stop do you run every passport through some sort of database? And if so what do you look for? Or is that just random? Every passport scanned will have information linked with our systems. So if you've had previous infractions we would know about it. Any further checks would be done outside of the scanning process.
What if I crossed over via the woods between the USA and Canada? And bypassed the check point? Then you would be entering the country illegally.
I've heard your not allowed into the Canada with a DUI in your record, without proper previous authorization signed. Even if it was a long time ago. What is the nrom with DUI's in your record in trying to cross? As I mentioned in an earlier post. A DUI, normally a misdemeanor in the U.S. is considered an indictable offense in Canada. (A Felony in the US). If a US citizen has a DUI conviction it can deem them inadmissible to Canada.
Whether it does or not really depends on what type of conviction you had, and how long ago the conviction was. If you were sentenced to a conditional sentence where your record would be erased after say, completion of substance abuse program, then the conviction typically has no affect on your ability to enter Canada.
If you've received a normal sentence, i.e. probation, fine, jail time, you would be deemed inadmissible to Canada for 10 years after the completion of your sentence.
2 or more DUI's, or any other offense Canada considers indictable, and your deemed inadmissilble for life.
How would you find a DUI on somebody? That's is a state crime, not federal. Any time your arrested your automatically put into the FBI database and are given an FBI number.
That info is shared between CDN and US governments.
What is the upper limit on the amount of stuff being brought back before you send the traveler in to pay duty/tax? Does my behaviour influence this (meaning if I'm courteous, will you let me pass through with more stuff)? In your experience, do you mind that the officers in the regular lane or the NEXUS lane are more lenient? There is no upper limit. Each case is up to the officers discretion at the time. If we believe you are being honest about your declaration we will let some duties and taxes owed slide from time to time. This should never be expected. The fees are owed. Its just a bonus if we let you go. I don't mind at all that some officers have higher or lower thresholds for leniency. As long as we do our job well.
What can I do as a frequent border crosser to make your life easier? I cross about 2x a week and if there is anything I can do to make your life easier so that you will reciprocate, I'm down. If you cross twice a week you should certainly get a NEXUS card. It makes life easier for everyone. If not, then just avoid goods that require further inspection. Foods, Plants, Animal products, and controlled goods like alcohol and tobacco. Avoiding those goods can make the chances of examination slimmer. But not getting searched should ever be expected.
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