Book 2: Episode 54

United States Cyber Command

Fort Meade, Maryland

“The system is compromised.”

The CIA deputy director, a lean man dressed in his normal worsted wool suit leaned back in his chair.  “What do you mean compromised?”

The black team lead grimaced.  “You have Chinese malware running all over your network.”

“The malware is running inside of SIPRNet?”  SIPRNet was the global secure network that the DOD used to communicate.  Any malware running on SIPRnet was a very serious breach of security.

“Sir, the malware is running SIPRNet at this point.  All your major nodes are compromised, the routers have been infected, it’s everywhere.  Land lines, satellites, the works.  Looks like a virus, but it doesn’t matter how it got there.  The point is that it’s in there.”

The deputy director turned to the Cisco employee in the room.  “How is that possible?  SIPRnet is completely secured from the internet.”

The Cisco engineer scoffed.  You could tell he was extremely senior in the company because he was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and flip flops.  “We’ve been telling you for years, the Skittles defense went out of fashion in 1990.”  The engineer, a Cisco fellow, was so senior within the organization that he could talk to people in any way he wanted, and he often did. 

“Skittles defense?”

“Hard on the outside, soft on the inside.”

“But how did they get in?”

“My guess, they penetrated one or more network segments and decrypted your traffic using quantum computing.”

“Sorry?”

“Quantum computers allow you to solve math problems that are normally extremely difficult to solve.  Modern cryptography is based on the idea that the math to break your encryption is so hard it would take a supercomputer a century to solve it.  Thus, you are safe because by the time they crack it, you’ve moved on.  A quantum computer can solve that problem in minutes.  If they can break your encryption, they can do whatever they want.”  He looked over at the general in charge of Cyber Command.  “Sir, we told you this two years ago.”

“Yes, and we have a funding request in to resolve it.”

“How did that work out for you?”

The general was becoming visibly angry.  “It’s your gear that has failed, don’t blame us for your error.”

“It’s operator error.  If you drive your car into a wall, that’s not Ford’s fault.”

The general stood up, red faced, but the deputy director put a hand on his shoulder.  “Blame game later.  What do we do now?”

“You blow up SIPRnet.  Start fresh with QR encryption.”

“QR encryption?”

“Quantum resistant.  It means that you re-do your encryption to resist quantum computer hacking.”  He reached into his backpack and pulled out a document.  “It’s all here in the report.”  He flipped the thick document on the table.  “That we submitted two years ago.”

“Cut the attitude.  What can we do right now?”

The Cisco engineer blew out a big breath, his eyes to the ceiling.  “I think we have a couple thousand ISR routers in a warehouse in Viginia.  Use RFC 8784 pre-shared keys and SKIP for strong encryption of IKEv2 and IPsec packets using post-quantum PPKs.  You get me a clean network and I’ll secure it for you.  Hell, you have dark fiber between most installations.  Rip out all the gear and use the existing glass.  Couple of days per site.”

Everyone in the room’s eyes were starting to glaze over from the technobabble.  None of them were networking experts and they didn’t understand the underlying details.  The deputy director made a slicing motion with his hand.  “Net it out for us.”

“The Chinese own you.  They’re in your network.  We need to build a new one.”

After a few moments the general calmed down enough to think through the problem.  “We need something mobile that can work anywhere in CONUS.”

The national security advisor, who had been quiet until this point, laughed.  “Starlink.”

The general looked at him for a moment, confused.  Then he nodded.  “It’s Ukraine again, isn’t it?”

“Yes, the president has been looking for an excuse.  This is it.”

“DPA?”

“Yes, I’ll write it up.  The president will sign it in seconds.”  The Defense Production Act (DPA) was a broad law that essentially allowed the US government to demand that US companies supply things to the government.  Normally it was used to ensure that critical components like munitions were produced, but the law was very broad and essentially allowed the government to issue orders to private companies.

The general looked back to the Cisco engineer.  “OK, we want a kit that connects a Starlink system to an ISR, pre-configured and ready to go.  Pack it into a pelican case and ship them everywhere.”  He turned back to the national security advisor.  “Add these guys to the DPA.”

“Right.”

The Cisco engineer frowned, concentrating.  “The trick is that we need to manually distribute the encryption keys.  If we do that, we can use any network, including the internet.”

The general wasn’t convinced.  “We cannot use public networks for secure traffic.”

“Sir, you don’t understand me.  All networks are essentially public now.  Unless you have a single piece of wire and you control both ends, it is a public network at some point.  The entire point is that you MUST assume that the bad guys see every packet and make it so that those packets don’t do them any good.”

The CIA deputy director nodded.  “We know that the Russians have been going after undersea cables for years.  Hell, we did it to them forty years ago; they’re finally catching up.  We should assume the Chinese are doing the same thing.”  He nodded to himself.  “We have to assume that our networks are compromised by default.”

The general finally nodded.  “Very well, I want the design vetted by my people here first.”

“Of course.”

“Make it happen.”

“Yes, sir.”

Book 2: Episode 53

964th Airborne Air Control Squadron

Flight Level 350, San Joaquin County, California

“It’s dead, ma’am.”  While Han was unaware of the furor that her system had caused, she knew it was vital to get it back up and running.  She had seen dozens of units check in in the few minutes the system had been operational.

Amee had come back into the operator area when she heard Han swearing over the intercom.  “What do you mean it’s dead?”

“I mean that the node is offline and I cannot get it back.”

Amee just looked at Han.  “Get it back.”

“Ma’am, I need to get out there and look at the pod; I can’t do that from here. We need to get on the ground.”

“Right.”

Amee walked back into the cockpit.  “Find us an airport.”

“Sir?”

“We are landing this bird, right now.”

Her copilot pointed to the navigation screen.  “Stockton is only ten miles away, SCK.”

Amee checked the frequency.  “Stockton tower, this is Air Force Flight Wedge One.  We are declaring an emergency.”

“Copy your emergency, Air Force.”  There was a pause of several seconds.  “You are cleared for visual approach on runway two nine right.  Altimeter two niner niner four.  Say the nature of your emergency.”

“Stockton Tower, Air Force Wedge One, critical equipment failure.”

“Copy, Air Force, do you require fire?”

“Negative, Stockton.”

“Copy negative fire.  We will alert the FBO.  Say type.”

“Stockton, we are a seven three seven.”

“Copy, Air Force, FBO will be alerted to stage the seven three seven crew.”

“Thank you, Stockton, Wedge One, out.”

Landing on the ten-thousand-foot runway at Stockton was extremely easy.  The E-7 was essentially a Boeing 737 and flew like one.  The landing was routine except for the airport trucks standing by on the ramp.  One had a “follow me” sign on the back, just in case the radio failed.  Amee taxied the twin engine Boeing down the ramp to the door of a large hangar with a huge sign reading “Atlantic” on it.  As Amee and her co-pilot began to shut down the aircraft, she looked out to her left and saw a staircase rolling over to the main door of the aircraft.  “Safe that door and get it open.”

Amee gestured for Han to follow and walked down the stairs.  A group of six men greeted them at the base of the stairs.  “Which of you is the senior mechanic?”

An older man with receding, grey hair and a pronounced beer belly raised his hand.  “That would be me.  Williamson.”  Amee pointed to Han.

Han walked over and shook Williamson’s hand.  “Qu Han, Northrop Grumman.  We’re going to need a scaffold under that pod.”  She pointed to the Smart Node Pod hanging under the wing.

Williamson squinted up.  “I never seen a pod like that hanging off a 737 before.  What is it?”

“Not your concern.  Just get that scaffold.”  Williamson was staring at the pod.  “NOW MISTER.  MOVE.”  With a startled look at the diminutive Asian woman, Williamson nodded and jogged off towards the hangar.  Han just nodded as if she always received complete obedience.  And perhaps she did.

Two hours later, Amee was sitting at one of the consoles in the rear of the E-7, eating a sandwich that the Fixed Base Operator (FBO) had provided.  Her crew was getting fed, the aircraft was fully fueled, but she couldn’t go anywhere until the Smart Node was fixed.  She had received word from SacWest that getting the communications gateway aloft was her only priority, but she had no idea how to do that. Finally, Han stomped into the cabin, a smear of grease on her cheek.  “Any sandwiches left?”

Amee handed her one.  “Fixed?”

“There’s nothing wrong with it.  All diagnostics green.  Working perfectly.”

“What the hell?”

“The problem is on this end.  The control console is ignoring all the inputs.”

“What would cause that?”

“Malware.  Virus, probably.”

“What?  Don’t you check for that before you install the system?”

“Of course.  That virus wasn’t there when we took off.”

“I’m sorry, I’m not getting what you’re saying.”

“We got a virus from someone on the ground we were talking to.”

Amee took a moment to process that statement.  The only things that the BACN node was supposed to talk to were US military units.  “You mean we were connected to enemy units?”

“No, I mean that the friendly units gave us a virus.”

If those units gave them a virus, that meant they were infected also.  “That’s how they’ve taken down comms?  They got a virus into our systems?”

“Apparently.  It’s not supposed to be possible, but it happened.”

“Can you fix it?”

“Yes, I carry a full set of media.  Just restore the software from zero, overwrite everything, back to factory spec.”  Han shoved the rest of the sandwich into her mouth.  “Just like when we left Renton.”  She gave Amee a hard stare.

“And?”

“And then the same thing happens the moment we get up there.”

“Shit.”

“You said it, sister.”  Han sat for a moment, contemplating a napkin.  “I might know a guy.”  Han pulled out her iPhone.  “I’m about to violate a million regs.  You OK?”

Amee laughed.  “As far as I’m concerned, this isn’t even an Air Force plane.  We’re just on an evaluation flight.”

“Right.”  She dialed a number.  “Jimmy.  Qu.  Yeah, I’m good. Remember that exercise we did last month?  Yeah, the pen test.  You got that anti-virus setup on disk somewhere?  Yeah?  Shoot it to me, ok?”  She listened for a moment.  “Thanks Jimmy, you’re a lifesaver.”  She hung up.

Amee couldn’t contain her curiosity.  “You did a penetration test?”

“Yeah, it was an exercise.  We gamed out how the system could be attacked.  Upper management told us that this couldn’t happen and shit-canned the project.”

“But.”

“But, we built the thing.  It’s just software, I can install it in a few minutes.”

“Will it work?”

“No idea.  But it beats what we got now, which is jack shit.”

“Right.”