A little big adventure …
Do you remember Jim Carey in the famous movie “Detective of Fish”? I’m sure yes, but I do not think you can imagine me, but I tried to be a little detective, even if I had no idea of this job.
I’m sure Sir Conan Doyle would laugh at his ears, if he were alive, along with his famous Sherlock Holmes creature, but he could make me a funny, suspicious amateur character in one of his novels.
And yet it is true, even though in my knowledge of amateur and profiler criminologist at the same time, I managed to solve a rather difficult situation at the police job, a job I had at one point.
God, who would have believed? And the peak of irony at that time smoked and pipe, they!!! Not to look like Sherlock Holmes, but to get rid of this sinful vice. I obviously did not leave.
But here’s how things happened, noting that the characters in this little story are as real as possible!!!! hahahahaha!!! Let’s call it innocence…
Not being “Mr.Bean,” but with some of his stupidity, I was moving with quick morning steps to work, and I do not know why, but with the hope of drinking my coffee quietly, and prepare me the program for that day.
What to say! A beautiful day out with a lot of sunshine for that pretty morning, whose strong rays, my cheeks cheerfully, and the gentle winds of my wind sprang to me.
However, I had no pleasure in going to work, Lord! And I had laziness in me, very big, and it would be hard to describe it in words, but I had to, I did not have anywhere.
I do not get well in the office, thinking about the coffee I was going to enjoy, when I get a phone call from the Secretary of the Big Chief who called me urgently to him.
I was wondering, what does God want and that this morning? He slept badly last night, does not drink his coffee first and then work?
I was asking a lot of questions I could not answer, and I’m having problems.
Maybe he does not have the internet, or maybe his computer does not work, or maybe my fellow did something stupid?
Between us, I did not have a blast of mumble on that beautiful morning, beautiful for some, but for me pretty bad, but it was known that those from the Police Information Service were a little bit headed, what I am doing.
I was going to find out in a few moments, even if I was asking myself if the human minds are perceive relevant machinations in either stupidity or good, using people like chess pawns. Great bad luck, “crazy” I was.
I’m headed for his cabinet with a bitter taste in his mouth and I do not care anyhow, “whatever he is,” I said.
I walked shy and humble into the anteroom, the secretary going to introduce me to his office.
This with a discreet sign urged me to come in, what I did. I was obviously expecting to feel like a mood at me as usual, but I was surprised that it was not like that, “that’s still sleeping well tonight,” I said to myself, waiting to see what he asked me.
“Do you know that I received a phone call from the Police Commander, that there is leakage of information on the Internet, from our computer”? He says with a very low voice, but it has made me a little more careful.
“No,” I answer, though I was amazed at the question. “But there’s no way this happens because it’s connected to secured internet in the first place, and secondly, all the slots on the computer are sealed by me, except the one that the printer is connected to. Moreover, the connection with the Commissariat does not start with accessing the password, thus starting the database, and the password changes once a week, as you know, and yet another additional connection is not possible “.
“Go and check again, and tell me what you have found,” he said in a surprisingly cordial and friendly tone, a look that did not have a character.
“Good Boss” I go and check, but I will do it in a discreet way because I do not know the password of the criminals database and I do not want to put myself in an embarrassing situation with the service officer, “I answer I.
“The service officer has a more specific protocol established by me and the Police Commissariat, then I implemented the database software into the computer and I just want to respect it,” I politely replied.
“If you need the password you come to me and tell me, do not get involved with yourself, and run away to solve the problem,” he says.
“Okay Boss!” “That’s what I’m going to do,” I say, knowing he had a lot of confidence in me.
I leave his office being contradicted by what happened, and without knowing it. I was absolutely convinced that we had followed all the steps transmitted by the Police Station to secure the Internet. But, as I was thinking of the computer not being the last generation and made of my own scrap of modules, there would still be the possibility of accessing the internet through a third connection attached to it, but how? I could not imagine. And yet, a person in the institution has been accessed by a policeman who has become computer scientist overnight and who thus creates a security breach, thus committing an IT crime.
“Either,” I said to myself, “I will catch it quickly.”
Standing in the office and enjoying the warm, smelling coffee, I just came up with ideas on how to do such a unique situation for me. I cannot say too much and I do not want to go into too much technical detail to give ideas to others who are going to commit such crimes.
I went to the service officer to first make a direct view of the computer, and then make a decision. I want to tell you that I was the only person in the Institution, apart from the Director who had permanent access to all the offices, and any access to this database was counted in both the computer and the Commissioner.
However, that was not what was accessed, but on the opposite side of the person that made the access she wanted to simply view certain sites.
Meanwhile, I sent my colleague to solve the incidents that might occur on the network for some reason and to guide other colleagues in the secrets of using software implemented on computers to relieve myself of other tasks being free to resolve the thorny problem.
The next day I brought my home laptop with another operating system, an alternative system, namely UNIX (LINUX), which I was used to, but the others did not know it.
I was not accustomed to such situations, but I was trying to solve the problem of cybercrime, less orthodox, to find out the hidden files that were not included in the computer-generated addresses in her zinc logs, but I’m concerned about the report writing to the Director, only those essential data, observing a golden rule, namely, “Never write anything that will incriminate you.”
“What God is an investigation, is not it?” Many who had access to the computer were failing it either intentionally or out of sin or for other reasons, being forced by the situations created to solve the problems in a short time.
The night being always a very good advisor to me, we solved the problem the next day. Many could say, “Look at that has one idea and that fixed”, please, and so what?
Obviously this was not the case, I wrote the report and went to the Director, telling him what I found on the computer, what types of sites were accessed, and how I was operating.
Normally the smoker who did this or the tricks if there were more, introduced an internet stick to the bearer in the printer slot, entering various “XXX” sites during the night. The director will check the surveillance cameras and discover the offenders, which has happened.
At the Commissariat level, they knew what I was going to do, but they did not know what I was going to do, that’s my little secret to them, anyway they had enough. But they did not know that I was specialized in alternative operating systems, which was a plus for me compared to them, but the search for the truth was not for the “weak of the angel” but for those enough, and I could do it without their help.
For me, however, life among the cops was “like a box of chocolates that when you open it, you never know what surprise awaits you”, however the situation created and quickly resolved has imposed respect for many against me, what obviously made me happy.
What those who have done so to “madmen” cannot say otherwise, only they know because they have damaged the image of the institution in front of others and the fact that they have done cybercrime, and I did not, I told the Commissioner how I did it, the right was a pity on my part, I admit, but that’s how I paid a deal for the miseries they’ve done to me in the past, uffffffffff! I got a little too cool.
I could not say it was a complicated operation, but the intuition I had was beneficial in catching criminals.
What I really enjoyed was the fact that the strategic move on the chess board that the “crazy” I did, it seems clever, has “brought me to the final victory.”
I wonder, but why does not he offer me other desired and dreamed joys, but only the hardworking joys?
Is this a determinant element in the sense of my life?
Is this a little victory, to create the opportunity to dream again, or the state of transit in which I am actually translating myself, however, that the expectation is worth? Even if nothing happens, creating an “empty time” in my existence?
We will live and see, although not always dreams are given to be fulfilled … maybe …