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His computer seemed to be a mess, which, given that I'd hacked into it was probably something that I had a nerve complaining about.

I was doing this properly, I was in an Internet cafe, drinking the foulest of coffees [they didn't have carnation milk, and seemed to think that it was odd that I wanted it], so the web-facing WAN firewall and whatever proxies were between me and his machine seriously limited my options. But this was only a reconnaissance, if I needed serious access I could arrange that later. I had other peoples' passwords and other buildings aren't a problem.

What worried me was that he didn't seem to have any of the right tools: his JVM was ancient and he only had workpad as a text editor. There was no SSH to anywhere and he didn't seem to have any servers, for anything.

I could have been wrong about him, was he a nada?

Every geek is a booklet of ticks. We all have our issues and our ways: I store my current stuff in a hidden flolder on the D:/. Not for any reason, it's just the way I do things.

I began to think about what he might be doing. There was a linux partition involved here somewhere, maybe, or he wasn't who I thought he was. I'm a windows guy, I couldn't see, I'm aware that I might be blind.

Damn. I may have already tripped his wires and I was going to have to get help. I'm alright at what I do, but where I shine is in knowing when I need to get others to do what I can't. Most people fall over there. I don't do linux, but I know a man who can.

These stupid anonymous guys got rounded up sharpish, because they didn't realize the basic fact that you are the idiot. Your job is to hide it. Forget that and you're caught.

Most of us can't. But I do.