I'm going to be leaving out some details and changing others. I have no way of knowing which of you reading this is already working for them.
In fact, you don't know if you are either.
Christ, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning.
I'd known Brian since college. We lived on the same floor freshman year and had some intense Call of Duty battles while everyone else was out improving their social skills. He was an asshole, but he was my kind of asshole, and I took a liking to him.
He was a computer science major, and I was in the music school. To this day I don't know a damn thing about computers, but I would get a kick out of listening to him talk about that stuff. He did a lot of black hat hacking and would constantly make vague references to bizarre documents and schematics he would pull off of government computers. To me, they sounded ridiculous. Bioengineered doomsday viruses! Underwater experimentation labs! Laser cannons in space! I was convinced he was making it all up.
After graduation we both stayed in the city, but weren't able to see each other much due to our respective work commitments. We'd get together every few months or so, and he'd always have some new piece of government conspiracy meat for us to chew on. We got drinks over the summer, and he told me he was looking into something major, something called “Operation Stingray.” Serious security, even around the most innocuous references to it. A very, very big deal, he assured me. I nodded and challenged him to some drunken Team Fortress.
“Can't tonight, man,” he said, “but when I blow the lid off of this thing, I'm going to Pyro your ass like the old days.”
“Sure thing, Brian,” I said. “Let me know how that works out for you.” That was the last I'd heard from him for months. "
Operation Stingray Is In Effect