As traffic lights flicker, subways stall, and chaos looms,
Seph races against time tracing the attacks to their source. She must decide:
is Dante’s loyalty with her, or with those in the shadows.
A reporter’s story exposes a deeper conspiracy, leading Seph
to the ruthless company pulling the strings behind the attack. Cyber Case Dante
is a pulse‑pounding cyber thriller where every keystroke could bring a city to
its knees.
Here we find cyber agent
Seph Carano, the series’ main character, meeting with an informant who calls
himself Dante who claims to have information for her about an impending cyber
attack.
The Grey Dog was a block off Seventh Avenue and only a short walk
from Seph’s office. It was the first breakfast place she had discovered when
she began working at the Cyber Security Agency. She remembered lively crowds
lining up outside the bustling storefront, drawn by the promise of a hot,
comforting breakfast to start their day. Some folks had stood patiently in the
queue, scrolling through their phones or chatting with friends, while others
bounced on their feet with the aroma of bacon making their mouths water. Online
ordering had changed the scene. Now customers ordered in advance using the Grey
Dog’s app, so when they arrived, their meals were waiting for them. They
grabbed the bags labeled with their names and were gone in a flash. There were
no more lines, but the constant flow of cheerful patrons in and out of the shop
had created a festive atmosphere. Seph had texted ahead, so her latte and egg
and cheese croissant were bagged up when she reached the counter. She found a
table at the rear of the room where she could watch for Dante. She split the
crescent and neatly wrapped the larger piece to save for lunch.
Seph had finished the croissant, refilled her latte, and was
debating ordering a fruit cup when Dante arrived. Again, he was dressed like a
fashion icon, this time in tan slacks, a navy blazer, and a powder blue shirt. Why
would a cyber-hacker even have such stylish apparel? At the counter he
ordered chorizo hash, glimpsed Seph at the back of the room and smiled. She
resisted commenting on his appearance when he came to the table and said
brusquely, “I’m eager to hear what you have to tell me that couldn’t be said on
the phone.”
Feigning wounded feelings, Dante responded, “You’re a bit
testy this morning. Have I offended you? You know I’m a friend, don’t you?”
“All I know for certain is you once kept a town’s water
supply from being contaminated by closing a valve on an oil pipeline.”
Dante’s smile broadened. “Ah, so you’ve been looking into my
past. My involvement with the pipeline was the act of a young lad, but it
proves I’m a good guy, doesn’t it?”
“I need more than a single instance to make a judgment.”
“What else have you
discovered about me?”
“Very little, except you’re discreet enough to avoid the
limelight.”
“True, but if there’s something you’d like to know about me,
just ask. I’ll share almost anything…almost anything.”
A server came to the table with Dante’s breakfast platter.
Seph declined when the server asked if she wanted her latte refilled again.
Hoping to catch Dante off guard, Seph waited until he’d taken a bite before
asking, “What’s your real name?”
Her ruse failed. Dante finished chewing, then replied
calmly, “I’m willing to share general information, but my name is too
specific.”
Wanting to avoid wordplay, Seph snapped, “I agreed to meet
because you claimed to have urgent information. What is it?”
“I’ll tell you after I’ve eaten because if I tell you now,
you’ll leave. I came to the restaurant of your choice, expecting we could enjoy
a meal together. Even though you’ve finished eating, grant me the pleasure of
your company while I savor the Grey Dog breakfast special.”
Seph groused, “You’re insufferable.”
Dante said, “Most confidential informants expect to be paid
for their information. All I’m asking for is pleasant company.”
“You fancy yourself a confidential informant? Where do you
get your information? We have investigators who monitor the dark web
constantly, and they haven’t seen any posts hinting at an attack on the Bridges
and Tunnels Authority.”
“Your investigators monitor the chat rooms, but the most
meaningful exchanges don’t take place in those public spaces. Serious issues
are discussed in private channels accessible only by invitation.”
“And you participate in the private forums, I presume?”
“I do. I earned entry long ago, when I was a teenager.”
“We checked our database, and there’s no trace of anyone
using the name Dante on the dark web more than seven years ago. Nothing from
the time when you would have been a teenager.”
“I was a different person those many years ago. I became
Dante when….”
He searched for the right phrasing. “When I was re-born, and please don’t ask
about my metamorphosis. It wasn’t a pleasant experience, not one I wish to
dwell on.”
“You expect me to
trust you; yet you admit to frequenting invitation-only forums swarming with
cyber criminals, you won’t tell me your real name, and you keep your past
hidden. You don’t give me much of a basis for trust.”
“We have different values, Seph. For example, while I might
find it acceptable, even laudable, for someone to hack into the network of a
bank charging usury loan rates to poor working people, I’m sure you would call
the intrusion a crime. However, I’m sure we’d both consider it intolerable for
anyone to disrupt the city’s infrastructure for his own personal gain.”
Silence hung in the air for a long minute. Dante broke it,
saying, “Since our last meeting, I learned Needle24 has been recruited not just
to breach the Bridges and Tunnels Authority, but to stage a series of
coordinated attacks. The plan isn’t fully developed yet, but it will include
attacks on different parts of the city’s infrastructure. The messages I saw
mentioned subways, traffic lights, ferryboats, and airports, although those are
merely options under consideration. And the purpose of the attacks is to make
the present city administration appear incompetent.”
Seph stared in disbelief. “Did I hear you correctly? You’re
saying cyber attacks will be carried out to make the mayor and his
administration look bad?” Her eyes narrowed. “Someone wants to influence the
election. Who?”
“I don’t know. The person pulling the strings is keeping his
identity hidden.”
“Are you sure about this?”
“I’m sure.”
“What’s the timeframe?”
“The exact date hasn’t been decided yet, but it will have to
be soon—before
election day.”
