If I Had A Love Story - Chapter 6



Chapter 6

I examined her for injuries and she was well except the swell she had in the back of her head. I looked around for a first aid kit.

"I'm ok. A bit shaken but fine, let's find a way out of here" Diya assured me.
"Let's go and inform the authorities" I told Diya.
"We can't, they probably had found out that I was missing and would have started searching for me and we still don't how many people have been compromised" Diya said frantically.

She had a point. My mind was racing, searching for ideas desperately.

"Why can't we just sneak our way out?" I questioned her.
"There are security cameras everywhere, we could be monitored and get caught" She replied.
"Are there CCTV cameras everywhere?" I blinked at her with sudden excitement seemingly not noticed any of them.
"Yes" she nodded.
"Were there cameras in the section they were printing currency?" I enquired gleaming with hope.
She nodded again.

"Now I just need a computer" I said as I found one right inside the cabin itself.

I put my hand into my right pant pocket and felt my pendrive wrapped inside my kerchief. I had forgotten to hand it over at the reception and was so grateful now that I didn't. The pendrive contained the songs I brought for IV but it housed something else too. It's a portable OS that I could carry around. Our exit ticket was right inside my pocket. Diya blinked at me blankly. Ignoring her, I inserted my pendrive and booted the computer.

"What're you trying to do?" Diya questioned me positioning her beside me.
"Do you trust me?" I asked her.
"Of course" she asserted.
"We are getting outta here in some twenty minutes" I reassured her.
Diya looked skeptical.

"Good that this computer has a LAN connection which makes my work much easier" I said as I keyed in few commands.
"Viola! I had entered into the server" I said sounding triumphant (breached would have been more appropriate).
"Wait! You never said that you could hack computers!" Diya said looking irresolute.
"Well! You neither told me that you could pick locks!" I hit back at her grinning.
We both laughed.

Within minutes I had hacked the CCTV cameras and had the live footage on screen for us to witness. The live CCTV footage showed nothing suspicious but the normal printing jobs being carried out.
"They must have shelled out quite a lot of money on this beast" I commented pointing at the German Heidelberg CD 102 that is capable of printing six colours and a coating in a single pass.

"Are you sure Diya that they were printing money here?" I asked her in doubt.
"Yeah I am sure but I don't remember seeing any of these people inside that section" she said looking a little worried now.

I kept pondering over the CCTV footages. If I was involved in such a fraud, I would have definitely taken good care of the CCTV cameras to ensure that I don't leave any evidence.

I typed a few more commands on my terminal that were meant to reset the CCTV camera's settings to default and stumbled across a malicious looking code. Keying in more commands, I managed to override the malicious code that had been programmed to telecast prerecorded footages as live.

Now shockingly, we were looking at stream of sheets containing an array of 500 rupee bank notes coming out of the machine. I took several screenshots of the footage and started downloading the video footages. We started looking into the images. I zoomed into one of the images. The operator was examining the 500 rupee note that was just printed. The printed currency note bore very close resemblance to the original, any unsuspecting person would buy it any day.

The watermarks (Mahatma Gandhi portrait), the security threads (coloured stripes running through the middle of the note) and even the see through register (The floral design near the watermark that when looked against the light reveals the note denomination) were all intact. Only a trained eye could have told the currencies apart. Upon closer look, we were able to figure out that the watermarks were seemingly printed in white ink in a dull tone giving it a real translucent feel. The security threads were printed with metallic inks giving it lustrous look imitating the original. Only upon closer examination we were able to find broken lines in guilloches that were due to limitations of the offset machine. Reproducing the lines of this much fine magnitude is possible only in gravure printing machines.  The footages had finished downloading by then and I stored them in my pendrive encrypting them with a password. We stared at each other trying to comprehend the roots of this scandal.

Comments

  1. UnknownApril 19, 2020 at 9:03 PM

    Nee orutavan matum Dan da Security class ah gavanchrkaa😂😂😂

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    1. SarukrishnaApril 20, 2020 at 4:19 PM

      Sorry bha! Class la lam thongiruvaen.... Ipothan padichaen...😂😌

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  2. UnknownApril 19, 2020 at 10:34 PM

    Good writing... Interesting.

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