Trojan Horse (Jeff Aiken Series #2)

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The West is under its greatest threat yet in Mark Russinovich's Trojan Horse. A revolutionary, invisible computer virus that alters data without leaving a trace—more sophisticated than any seen before—has been identified within the computers of the United Nations, roiling international politics. Cybersecurity analysts Jeff Aiken and Daryl Haugen are summoned to root it out and discover its source.

As the virus penetrates Western intelligence, and the terrifying truth about its ...

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Overview

The West is under its greatest threat yet in Mark Russinovich's Trojan Horse. A revolutionary, invisible computer virus that alters data without leaving a trace—more sophisticated than any seen before—has been identified within the computers of the United Nations, roiling international politics. Cybersecurity analysts Jeff Aiken and Daryl Haugen are summoned to root it out and discover its source.

As the virus penetrates Western intelligence, and the terrifying truth about its creator is revealed, Jeff and Daryl find themselves in a desperate race to reverse it as the fate of both East and West hangs in the balance.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
Praise for Mark Russinovich

 

"To IT folks, Mark is every bit a hero as Wozniak, Gates or Ken Olsen."

—Doug Barney, Redmond Mag

 

"Russinovich scares us all in this techno thriller that gets the details right!"

Mikko Hypponen, Chief Research Officer, F-Secure Corporation

 

"Scarily plausible."

Library Journal

 

"Top-notch geek lit."

Kirkus Reviews

“Russinovich works for Microsoft and understands the world of computer software. He’s able to convey complex technical information in easy-to-understand terms. Thrills and strong characters add to the fun. Fans of Daniel Suarez and other technothriller scribes should add Russinovich to their reading lists.”

—Booklist

“An expert in the field, Mark Russinovich writes about cyberterrorism with a mix of technical authority and dramatic verve.”

William Landay, author of Defending Jacob

“While what Mark wrote is fiction, the risks that he writes about eerily mirror many situations that we see today.”

Howard A. Schmidt, White House Cyber Security Coordinator

“When someone with Mark Russinovich’s technical chops writes a tale about tech gone awry, leaders in the public and private sector should take notes.”

Daniel Suarez, author of Daemon

“It is Mark Russinovich’s in-depth knowledge of Windows and how data traverses over the digital landscape that creates the chilling realism in the backdrop of Trojan Horse.”

Kevin Mitnick, bestselling author of Ghost in the Wires, from the foreword

“An engaging writer who fearlessly tackles potentially brain-freezing topics.” —San Francisco Chronicle

Praise for Trojan Horse

“Russinovich crafts a chilling, intricate, fast-moving tale of middle-east intrigue, conspiracies and assassinations.” —BookPleasures

Publishers Weekly
Russinovich’s second novel featuring computer genius Jeff Aiken improves on his first, Zero Day (2011). Jeff now runs a cyber-security company in Washington, D.C., aided by his love interest from the previous book, ex-NSA staffer Daryl Haugen. When a British intelligence officer in London receives a file sent by a U.N. worker in Geneva, Switzerland, that’s corrupted in new and highly dangerous ways, the Foreign Office turns to Jeff for help. The malware behind the hack, Jeff discovers, points to China, the source for most of the extremely sophisticated computer viruses in the world, including a program that will enable Iran to dodge the worst of the Stuxnet virus that has plagued their nuclear program. The kidnapping of Jeff and Daryl in Geneva by Iranian agents complicates the pair’s efforts to stop the Chinese code from reaching the Iranians. Russinovich makes the technical lingo easy to understand as he successfully builds an exciting thriller around people sitting in front of computer screens. (Sept.)
From the Publisher
Praise for Mark Russinovich

 

"To IT folks, Mark is every bit a hero as Wozniak, Gates or Ken Olsen."

—Doug Barney, Redmond Mag

 

"Russinovich scares us all in this techno thriller that gets the details right!"

Mikko Hypponen, Chief Research Officer, F-Secure Corporation

 

"Scarily plausible."

Library Journal

 

"Top-notch geek lit."

Kirkus Reviews

“Russinovich works for Microsoft and understands the world of computer software. He’s able to convey complex technical information in easy-to-understand terms. Thrills and strong characters add to the fun. Fans of Daniel Suarez and other technothriller scribes should add Russinovich to their reading lists.”

—Booklist

“An expert in the field, Mark Russinovich writes about cyberterrorism with a mix of technical authority and dramatic verve.”

William Landay, author of Defending Jacob

“While what Mark wrote is fiction, the risks that he writes about eerily mirror many situations that we see today.”

Howard A. Schmidt, White House Cyber Security Coordinator

“When someone with Mark Russinovich’s technical chops writes a tale about tech gone awry, leaders in the public and private sector should take notes.”

Daniel Suarez, author of Daemon

“It is Mark Russinovich’s in-depth knowledge of Windows and how data traverses over the digital landscape that creates the chilling realism in the backdrop of Trojan Horse.”

Kevin Mitnick, bestselling author of Ghost in the Wires, from the foreword

 

Praise for Trojan Horse

 

“Russinovich crafts a chilling, intricate, fast-moving tale of middle-east intrigue, conspiracies and assassinations.”

BookPleasures

Kirkus Reviews
In his second techno-thriller, Russinovich's (Zero Day, 2011) computer-genius power couple, Jeff Aiken and Daryl Haugen, find themselves enmeshed in a Chinese government attack on the Internet. And right from the headlines, the Chinese also want to rid Iranian computers of the Stuxnet virus that will let the mullahs test their nuclear weapon. With the first third of Russinovich's novel offering a precis on vulnerable computer networks and evildoer apocalyptic plans, readers learn Aiken and Haugen fired the code-bullets that defeated Al Qaida geek-terrorists. They're now a couple and operate Red Zoya Systems LP, a computer security company. Aiken is called to London to cope with a virus wreaking havoc after transmission via a document attachment. Exotic locales sprinkle Aiken's itinerary, including Geneva, where the virus was installed; then Prague, the lair of Ahmed Hossein al-Rashid, an Iranian undercover agent; and then Ankara and the dangerous road to Iran. The London-discovered virus is Chinese, and Col. Jai Feng, the People's Liberation Army's computer warfare chief, has also developed a work around for Stuxnet for the mullahs. Not satisfied, PLA-techies are also code-infiltrating the U.S.'s 7th Fleet computers and inserting a Trojan horse into the U.S.'s electric power grid computers. Russinovich, a Microsoft Technical Fellow, turbocharges the narrative once an assassination-kidnap team, led by Ahmed, kidnaps Aiken and Haugen in Geneva, with Aiken escaping and then rescuing Haugen in Prague. Thriller action, true, but the story occasionally bogs down when it goes full nerd. However, it switches scenes rapidly enough to keep interest churning, especially with characters like CIA tech-wizard Frank Renkin; Saliha, a beautiful Turk immigrant in Prague seduced into muling code into Iran; and Gholam Rahmani, aka Hamid, a triple-agent with his own agenda. Heavy on tech terms, much worried about the ever-growing vulnerability of the Internet, Russinovich is nuanced enough to write terrorists as sometimes insecure, frustrated and anxious, authoritarian states as rotten with the human frailties to be found in every society, and good guys engaging in near-plausible heroics. Top-notch geek lit.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781250042545
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 3/25/2014
  • Series: Jeff Aiken Series , #2
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 361,411
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 9.60 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

MARK RUSSINOVICH works at Microsoft as a Technical Fellow, Microsoft’s senior-most technical position. A cofounder of Winternals, he joined Microsoft when the company was acquired in 2006. He is author of the popular Sysinternals tools as well as coauthor of the Windows Internals book series, a contributing editor for TechNet Magazine, and a senior contributing editor for Windows IT Pro Magazine. His first Jeff Aiken novel, Zero Day, was published in 2011. He lives in Washington State.

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YAKIMA, WASHINGTON

EASTERN WASHINGTON ELECTRICAL GRID

WAYK5-7863

12:47 A.M. PST

“Scalpel.”

The nurse placed it in the surgeon’s palm firmly, without the slap portrayed in movies. The young patient had been brought in more dead than alive following a highway accident. She could not have been more than fifteen years old. Somehow, in the violence and extremity of the collision a knifelike blade of hard polymer had pierced her skull and embedded itself in her brain.

Her vital signs, however, were strong and given its position, if properly removed, the surgeon was optimistic for a satisfactory recovery. She was young, resilient, and the brain had an amazing capacity to restore itself at this age.

The surgery had already lasted for more than three hours. He’d removed a portion of her skull to give him access. He’d picked out bits and pieces of bone until she was clean. But this was the worst of it. Remove this bit of plastic from the young woman’s brain and there was a very good chance she’d live. Leave it in place and she’d die. Make a mistake and she would be left functionally impaired or dead.

Dr. Elias Holt lifted his hand and prepared to make the delicate incision. Just at that moment the lights blinked, then a moment later came back to life. Holt waited in case it happened again. Nothing.

“We’re on emergency power,” Paul Sanders, the tech with the ACPM, or acute care physiologic monitoring system, said. “My data scrambled, Doc. I need a minute to reacquire.”

Holt lowered his hand. There was no need to say anything. The technology this delicate surgery relied upon would soon be back up.

“All right…” the tech began, but just at that moment the lights went out and did not come back on.

Everyone on Holt’s experienced team knew to freeze in place, to do nothing. In a moment, the power would be restored from the outside grid or the hospital’s auxiliary system. A power outage was rare and Holt could not recall a time when he’d been left in darkness during surgery.

The Mount Rainier Regional Medical Center was a small hospital with just eighty-five beds. In recent years, it had added emergency care to its profile as part of a significant expansion. The patient had been brought here because the accident had taken place nearby and her condition was so desperate.

After twenty seconds of darkness the lights sprang on. “Paul?”

“Sorry, Doc, but I need to reacquire my data. It will take a minute or more.”

“How’s the patient, Allison?”

The anesthetist answered, “Stable. No change.”

Holt waited, then asked, “Paul?”

“I’m resetting now.”

Just then the lights went out again.

In the basement, the night supervisor was staring at his computer screen. He could make no sense of what he was seeing. The primary backup generator had started twice, then simply kicked off. There was no power coming into the hospital from the outside power grid. They were on their own and this should not be happening.

He’d been trained on the computer that controlled the power supply but hadn’t done anything with the system since then. It was automatic, computerized. It ran itself. Just as he was considering actually doing something, the generator kicked into life a third time. He held his breath, hoping no surgery was underway.

Twenty seconds later the generator died again.

*   *   *

Kathleen Ficke left the Holiday Inn bar and walked to the elevators. The bar was closing and her night was finished. She punched the button and waited for the doors to pop open.

Ficke worked three or four times a month on such assignments for the Smart Agency. When she’d applied for the job, the owner had explained it to her in simple terms. “When a wife thinks her honey is fooling around, sometimes she wants proof, usually to get a better deal in the divorce. That’s when they come to us. I get a good photo and send a woman of the right age into the hotel bar where the target’s likely to do his drinking. She can’t be too pretty or too plain; she can’t be dressed sexy. In fact, I’ll take a full body picture of you before you go out. You’ll have the guy’s photo. All you do is sit alone at the bar and drink a Coke. That’s it. Don’t talk to anyone, get rid of any man who tries to pick you up, including the target. We just want to know if he’s with someone or if he hits on you. That’s it. You file a report and I give you two hundred dollars. Want the job?”

The work had proven just as easy as he’d explained and the extra money had come in handy. She was tired and ready to go home. Her cat needed to be fed.

She’d spent two hours in the bar and during that time her target had consumed eight bourbons. He’d been at a small round table talking with two men he’d apparently met in the bar. Each of them had given her the eye but none had approached her, not like others.

The elevator doors opened with a digital chime. Ficke stepped in and a moment later so did her target. He glanced at her, slightly intoxicated, and punched the button for the fourth floor.

“You?” he asked.

“Lobby.”

She stared straight ahead as the elevator began to move. He was overweight and she could hear his labored breathing. His face was flush and his eyes watery. Now she could smell the booze.

Without warning the elevator stopped. There was the fading sound of dying machinery in the shaft. “Whoa,” her target said. “Who turned out the lights?”

Ficke said nothing but was acutely uncomfortable at being stuck in an elevator with him. They stood silently until the wait extended uncomfortably.

“I saw you at the bar,” the target said out of the darkness. “No luck, huh? Maybe he got held up. I’ve got a bottle in my room. Once this buggy gets going, come on down and we’ll talk it over.” He moved closer, so close the reek of bourbon flooded across her face. “What do you say?”

*   *   *

Engineer Doug Bradstreet watched the green lights flash past as Trans-American train number 435 plowed through the night at sixty miles an hour. The run had begun just ten minutes earlier when he’d cleared the switching yard in Yakima and now he was picking up speed before reaching the Pacific Coast mountain range.

He wasn’t supposed to do that, of course. He’d been assured he had all the engine power he needed to make the climb, but he liked to build speed and hit the mountains as close to full throttle as reasonably possible. His two linked engines pulled eighty-three cars filled with coal intended for the TransAlta coal-fired power plant near Seattle. Bradstreet enjoyed the motion, the sense of power that came with giving the twin engines their head and letting them run.

The window was open and he leaned out every few seconds, relishing the rush of fresh air across his face. A series of green lights told him all was well ahead. He’d spent long hours this way, the green lights a seemingly endless stream. Just at that moment, the lights suddenly flashed red. Bradstreet eased back on the throttle. Flashing red meant the light system was off the power grid and running from battery power. He slowed, feeling the slight uphill grade suck the power from the train.

Then the flashing lights turned dark. Bradstreet cut the power to nil and the powerful train slowed until it came to rest atop the second of the five bridges the track crossed before reaching the mountains. He removed the microphone, punched the button, and said, “This is 435. I’ve lost signal lights and am stopped on bridge two. What’s the problem? When will I get lights back? Can I proceed?”

“Stand by,” came the answer. Bradstreet didn’t know if the outage extended to his control, but even if it did the facility had a backup generator.

Bradstreet looked down into the chasm below feeling uneasy. He didn’t like heights. He decided to ease the train off the bridge if he didn’t get the go-ahead. Just then a frightening thought crossed his mind. He punched the button again. “Hey, Lenny! Is 389 behind me stopped? Lenny! Tell 389 to stop!”

Trans-American number 389 had been in the switching yard behind him. It was scheduled to run thirty minutes back but it had a light load and would have closed fast, depending on the light system to alert it when it approached 435.

“Lenny! Can you hear me? Lenny!”

*   *   *

At Mount Rainier Regional Medical Center, the generator continued starting then kicking off. The pattern had repeated itself eight times with no end in sight. The patient’s skull was open, the deadly polymer still in place. Three flashlights were now casting the surgery in ghostly shadows. They were inadequate for an operation but alleviated the darkness.

“Doctor,” Allison said. “She’s starting to fade.”

“Paul, do you have status?”

“I can’t get power long enough to get a reading.”

Dr. Holt positioned his scalpel. “I’m proceeding. I need all the light focused here, please.”

What else is there to do? he thought. If he waited she’d die. The lights blinked off and he paused. When they next came on he’d have to work quickly. Do it wrong, he reminded himself, and she’ll die anyway.

 

Copyright © 2012 by Mark Russinovich

Foreword © copyright 2012 by Kevin Mitnick

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  • Posted November 18, 2012

    Fiction not too much "grounded in solid technology"

    After listening to an interview with Mark Russinovich -known to every experienced IT person from Sysinternals tools-, I thought I'd give his new book a try. As pure fiction I'd give it 4 stars, even though it stretches suspension of disbelief to the breaking point a few times. But I really had expected a story more "grounded in solid technology" as the writer claimed himself. The book seems hastily redacted as the first two chapters already contain glaring mistakes, then I stopped caring. Later the maker of so-called "OfficeWorks" even slips in one time - but I assume that was on purpose. Also for a fiction book too much agenda and *directional* fear-mongering is applied. Finally if you read attentively you find that the hacker attack, that triggered the deaths of several people at the beginning of the book, had only taken place because emergency power generators for essential systems hadn't worked properly - now I'm soo afraid of hackers! Not. Overall the author strives to create the feel of a good Michael Crichton novel, but falls short. 3 stars.

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    Hi im here for a dragon

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    Dew

    The young dragon flies in, she is only a couple years old but old enough to be dangerous. Her skin is a shimmery blue color and her eyes are a bright and curious green. She looks around curiously.

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    Posted February 17, 2014

    A guine pig (POST POST!!!)

    (POST ALREADY!!) WADDLED IN?

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    Diana

    The black panther watches from a tree, azure blue eyes steady and seemingly uninterested. Sunlight filtered down through the upper branches, dappling Diana's jet-black fur with alternating patches of green and gold light, creating a patchwork effect. The panther markings on her silky pelt barely visable from the shady haven of her tree. She yawned, showing sharp white canines, almost long enough to be called fangs, and flexed her claws on the rough bark. Diana rested her head on her paws, her ears swiveling silently to catch any noise from below. Her tail tip twitched below the branch, draped lightly over the side like a limp rag.

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