Sooo... the Adsquare was history, and GeoManagement was mad. The Bastard Rookie In Training (2) was disinterested, and one accountant was no where to be found. Pretty much par for the course. The Techs were in the docs room feverishly shredding/burning any evidence of their ever having the security-hole-ridden Sendmail 4.0 installed at all, and--they still had a lot to worry about--just as feverishly licking any upper-management boot they could get their tongues on. BRIT2, meanwhile, sets his telephone to Don't Bother Me mode.
Of course, not too long after, *Ring Ring Ring*
"Konnichiwa. Pleese leeve message aftah tone..."
"So why exactly is management pissed?" BRIT(2)
"Some hackers got in yesterday...destroyed our AdSquare. The boss thinks we didn't do enough to secure our systems." Tech A, with a pathetic, grovelly tone in his voice. Hmmm...
"Like getting rid of that Sendmail 4..." BRIT(2), feeling an exponential increase in blackmail potential. "...or those Back Orifice NT installations."
"How did you know abou--" Tech B, realising who he was talking to.
"Network administrator, remember? And don't look now, but here comes the boss..." BRIT(2)
(scampering) Too bad, they escape just in time before the upper-management type trundles in with an angry look on his face.
"Oh, glad I caught you. I've had a heck of a time trying to get ahold of you. I keep calling, but all I get is this Japanese electronics firm..."
*Sigh* I was almost afraid of this...or looking forward to, mostly. This is the same guy who'd built a mini model submarine for his office mantel, complete with screen door.
"Anyway, as you may know we've had some hacker problems with our new AdSquare...specifically, they destroyed the damn thing. I have reason to believe poor security practices were involved. Do you by any chance know anything about this?"
An obvious accusational tone if ever there was one.
"No... and unfortunately I couldn't really tell you who does..." BRIT(2), nonchalantly gesturing toward the room where the Techs are hiding.
It wasn't long before an ominous voice came over the public-address in the Techs' hideout room. He wouldn't go down there in person, of course--the boss-man may not be the brightest light in the building, but even HE knew about the electrified doorknob.
"This is the Boss. Report to my office immediately!" Loudspeaker
"What?" Tech A
"You know what." Loudspeaker
What makes him think it was ME who deleted all his porno?
Three whimpering Techs (Tech C being dragged by A and B so as not to get shortchanged in the blame department) were seen heading toward the head cheese's office with their tails between their legs. Luckily for them, they were spared by the fire alarm! *BZZZZZZZZ.....*
Having everyone out of the building for a phony fire drill was the perfect opportunity for the Bastard (Ex-)Geo From Hell to sneak back into his favorite old haunts. Removing his patent-pending fire-alarm-setting-off-device from the wall, he did just that. It was still rather cold out, so the rest of the staff wasted no time returning to the building upon finding out there was no fire. (Or it could've been that there was an Unreal tournament in progress on their network.) After the last of the stragglers (the ones not engaged by Unreal) had returned, the BxGFH wandered up to the 2nd floor to pilfer a couple doughnuts from the secretaries and maybe round up a little action for the lunch hour.
Being the Bastard (ex-)Geo From Hell means a little action is a little action, whether you work there anymore or not.
So, what does a fired system administrator do when he's in a bad mood?
Share, share, share. The first gift to the GeoStapo staff was making sure
they had on-hand plenty of *hot* coffee (none of that 170°F practically-still-frozen
shit). The second was making sure their head PR stiff "Dave the Machete",
who'd been acting more uptight than usual, stayed nice and regular.
The BxGFH staked out a spot in the hallway and waited for the fireworks.
"Idunno...Exterminating cockroaches or something. Got a problem?" BxGFH
"Yeah, you're the Bastard Geo From Hell. You were fired, and are not supposed to come within 500 ft. of our building at any time." Geo Queen of Rain
"Just wait'll Security finds out you're here. We'll see if you're still snickering." GQoR
Probably. The BxGFH was snickering because he changed all of security's keycards with Pop Tarts, and they're *still* trying to get in.
"Hey, I remember you..." says the BxGFH, waiting for the laxative to kick in. "You're the guy who tried to string himself up with a length of Cat Five a couple weeks ago." BxGFH
"You shuddup. I was having a bad day." GQoR
Don't look now, but I think you're about to have another one.
From the crossing hallway came the sound of sneaker squeaking, growing
louder by the second. It could only mean one of two things: either someone
was trying to piss off one of the janitors by leaving rubber marks all
down the hallway, or someone was moving at an extremely high rate of speed.
From the sound of the "Move, move, outta my way, I think someone fed me
a powerful laxative!" shout accompanying it, probably the latter.
It wasn't McDonalds coffee, so nobody chanced to receive any fat and
juicy settlements. The RSE was lucky enough to escape with only minor injuries.
Two hospitalized marketdroids swore revenge against the BxGFH, by whose
doing, two hospitalized marketdroid crotches were presently wrapped up
like birthday gifts. Not a tremendous loss, as the marketdroid, erm, "packages"
had never been taken out of their wrappings more than once a year anyway......