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questions.” Scott hoped to mislead Henson into thinking he would
ask the pat questions he was expected to ask.
“Yes, thank you. My staff is very well prepared, and we try to
give the press adequate information. What do you need?” Scott
could hear the smiling Henson ready to play the press game.
“Basically, Mr. Henson, I have some documents that suggest that
you inflated the net earnings of Second Boston to such a degree
that, if, and I say, if, the deal goes through, your firm will
earn almost one million dollars in extra fees. However, the
figures I have do not agree at all with those filed with the SEC.
Would you care to comment?” Scott tried not to sound accusatory,
but it was difficult not to play the adversary.
Henson didn’t try to conceal the cough he suddenly developed at
the revelation. “Where,” he choked, “where did you get that
information?”
“From a reliable source. We are looking for a confirmation and a
comment. We know the data is correct.” Scott was playing his
King, but he still held an Ace if he needed it.
“I have no comment. We have filed all required affidavits with
the appropriate regulatory agencies. If you need anything else,
then I suggest you call them.” Henson was nervous and the phone
wires conveyed his agitation.
“I assume, Mr. Henson, that you won’t mind that I ask them why
files from your computer dispute figures you gave to the SEC?”
Scott posed the question to give Henson an option.
“That’s not what I said,” Henson said abruptly. “What computer
figures?”
“I have a set of printouts that show that the earnings figures
for Second Boston are substantially below those stated in your
filings. Simple and dry. Do you have a comment?” Scott stuck
with the game plan.
“I . . .uh . . .am not familiar . . .with . . .the . . .ah . . .”
Henson hesitated and then decided to go on the offensive. “You
have nothing. Nothing. It’s a trap,” Henson affirmed.
“Sir, thank you for your time.” Scott hung up after Henson
repeatedly denied any improprieties.
“This is Scott Mason for Senator Rickfield. I am with the New
York City Times.” Scott almost demanded a conversation with
Washington’s leading debunker of the Defense Department’s over
spending.
“May I tell the Senator what this is in reference to?” The male
secretary matter of factly asked.
“Yes of course.” Scott was overly polite. “General Young and
Credit Suisse.”
“Excuse me?” the young aide asked innocently.
“That will do. I need a comment before I go to print.” Scott
commanded an assurance that the aide was not used to hearing from
the press.
“Wait one moment please,” the aide said. A few seconds of Muzak
on hold bored Scott before Senator Merrill Rickfield picked up
the call. He was belligerent.
“What the hell is this about?” The senator demanded.
“Is that for the record?” Scott calmly asked.
“Is what for the record? Who the hell is this? You can’t intim-
idate me. I am a United States Senator.” The self assurance gave
away nervousness.
“I mean no disrespect, Senator. I am working on an article about
political compromise. Very simple. I have information that you
and General Young, shall we say, have . . .an understanding. As
a member of the Senate Intelligence Committee, you have helped
pass legislation that gave you both what you wanted. General
Young got his weapons and you have a substantial bank account in
Geneva. Comments, Senator?”
Rickfield was beside himself but was forced to maintain a formal
composure. “Sir. You have made some serious accusations, slan-
derous at least, criminal I suspect. I hope you are prepared to
back up these preposterous claims.” Scott heard desperation in
the Senator’s voice.
“Yessir, I am. I go to print, with or without your comments,”
Scott lied. A prolonged pause followed. The first person who
spoke lost, so Scott busied himself with a crossword puzzle until
Rickfield spoke.
“If you publish these absurdities, I will sue you and your paper
right into bankruptcy. Do you copy?”
“I copy , Senator. Is that for attribution?” Scott knew that
would piss off Rickfield. The line went dead.
Scott made similar calls for a good part of the day, and he
continued to be amazed.
From call to call, the answers were the same. “How did you get
that?” “Where did you find out?” “There’s no way you could know
that.” “I was the only one who had access to that . . .” “That
was in my private files . . .”
Blue Tower Nuclear Plant denied that Scott held internal memos
instructing safety engineers to withhold critical flaws from the
Nuclear Regulatory Committee. General Autos denied using known
faulty parts in Cruise Control mechanisms despite the fact that
Scott held a copy of a SECRET internal memorandum. He especially
upset the Department of Defense when he asked them how Senors
Mendez and Rodriguez, CIA operatives, had set up Noriega.
The Center for Disease Control reacted with abject terror at the
thought of seeing the name of thousands of AIDS victims in the
newspaper. Never the less, the CDC refused to comfirm that their
files had been penetrated or any of the names on the list.
Useless.
Everyone he called gave him virtually the same story. Above and
beyond the official denial to any press; far from the accusatory
claims which were universally denied for a wide variety of rea-
sons, all of his contacts were, in his opinion, honestly shocked
that he even had a hint of their alleged infractions.
Scott Mason began to feel he was part of a conspiracy, one in
which everyone he called was a victim. One in which he received
the same formatted answer; more surprise than denial.
Scott knew he was onto a story, but he had no idea what it was.
He had in his possession damning data, from an anonymous source,
with, thus far, no way to get a confirmation. Damn. He needed
that for the next time he got lawyered.
When he presented his case to his editor, Scott’s worst fears
were confirmed. Doug McGuire decided that a bigger story was in
the making. Therefore, we don’t go. Not yet. That’s an order.
Keep digging.
“And while you’re at it,” Doug said with the pleasure of a father
teasing his son, “follow this up, will you? I need it by dead-
line.”
Scott took the AP printout from Doug and read the item.
“No,” Scott gasped, “not another virus!” He threw the paper on
his desk. “I’m up to my ass in . . .”
“Viruses,” Doug said firmly, but grinning.
“Have a heart, these things are such bullshit.”
“Then say so. But say something.”
Chapter 7 Thursday, September 17 New York City Times Christopher Columbus Brings Disease to America By Scott MasonHere’s a story I can’t resist, regardless of the absurdity of the
headline. In this case the words are borrowed from a story title
in last week’s National Expose, that most revered of journalistic
publications which distributes half truths and tortured conclu-
sions from publicity seeking nobodies.
The title should more appropriately be something like,
“Terror Feared in New Computer Virus Outbreak”, or
“Experts See Potential Damage to Computer Systems”, or
“Columbus Day Virus: Imaginary Panic?”
According to computer experts, this Columbus Day, October 12,
will mark a repeat appearance of the now infamous Columbus Day
Virus. As for the last several years, that is the anticipated
date for a highly viral computer virus to ‘explode’. The history
behind the headline reads from an Ian Fleming novel.
In late 1988, a group of West German hackers and computer pro-
grammers thought it would be great fun to build their own comput-
er virus. As my regular readers recall, a computer virus is an
unsolicited and unwanted computer program whose sole purpose is
to wreak havoc in computers. Either by destroying important files
or otherwise damaging the system.
We now know that that these Germans are part of an underground
group known as CHAOS, an acronym for Computer Hackers Against
Open Systems, whatever the heck that means. They work to promote
computer systems disruption worldwide.
In March of 1989, Amsterdam, Holland, hosted an international
conference of computer programmers. Are you ready for the name?
Intergalactic Hackers Conference. Some members were aware of the
planned virus. As a result of the negative publicity hackers
have gotten over the last few years, the Conference issued a
statement disavowing the propagation and creation of computer
viruses. All very honorable by a group of people whose sole
purpose in life is to invade the privacy of others. But, that’s
what they said.
Somewhere, somehow, something went wrong, and the CHAOS virus got
released at the Intergalactic Hackers meetings. In other words,
files and programs, supposedly legitimate ones, got corrupted by
this disreputable band, and the infections began spreading.
The first outbreak of the Columbus Day Virus occurred in 1989,
and caused millions of dollars of down
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