The Enigma Dragon - A CATS Tale

George was more inclined to work an angle of reduced security support for the various leadership groups they might have to win over to gain visibility to the Captain’s logs and outgoing shipping manifests. George wanted to focus on verifying the oil cargo origin and the buyers of the products. It was hoped that a pattern might be revealed which would give them their next step. In the off hours while Summit rested, George had been modifying some very sophisticated data gathering tools Julie had provided, which both of them could access from their cell phones and tablets, storing the information in the secured data cloud. He had created an analytical model that would take the data and extrapolate routes, volumes, and risks in real time. The insight he was looking for was a technique called skimming. If all the oil was in fact correctly recorded before it shipped, George wanted to know if all of it got delivered.

Julie and Juan had asked them to prove the shipments were within the global treaty guidelines for the various buyers and sellers located on the manifest. Tall order to prove, period. During their planning discussions they decided identifying the people involved and doing due diligence background checks would be the most useful part of the project.

Summit shifted with ease and grinned at George’s screen. He quietly asked, “Were you finally able to get the model to take all the inputs you wanted?” George nodded without looking over and replied, “Yes, and I was able to load it to our devices. Nice cover picture on your devices. I didn’t know you liked bikes.”

Summit looked a bit startled, just as George had hoped, when he questioned, “You took my devices while I was sleeping? Those are password protected. You could not have had enough time to break them.”

George grinned and replied, “I am a fairly happy-go-lucky kind of guy. Because of that, people assume I do not watch and pick up subtleties like how people move their hands when typing passwords. I actually know the passwords to all our team’s devices, save one. But, if you tell anyone on the team, I promise I will tell them what I found in the folder labeled personal.”

Now looking a bit more frazzled, Summit demanded, “You not only took my private property, but you had the audacity to look in a folder labeled personal? Have you no honor, George? Pictures of my lady friends taken during service to my country is so none of your business. I can’t believe you would be so rude and invasive. I am going to insist on a different partner for this project as soon as we land. Now get out of my way, you jerk.”