accessed the home screen while playing with a computer keyboard. He downloaded a text file containing a few codes and transferred it to a hidden memory chip in his customized watch. He uploaded a few files from his home computer to a cloud account. He then securely erased the files of his home computer and typed the shutdown command.
Hours before the computer had gone into a deathly sleep, it had already transferred the ip address, the password, and the username to the Systems Office of the IB in India. A miniature program silently got embedded in the OS X Leopard operating system. The program collected data in the background, encoded and zipped the contents, and silently transferred them to the intended destination'the server of the Intelligence Bureau office of India.
Triangulation
Siddhartha Rana requisitioned the telephone numbers of the AIG of the CISF, who was shot dead on the Noida Golf Road. He asked the telecom service operator to provide the details of the movement of the officer on the day of his death.
The telecom company extracted each of the tower positions, which had caught the AIG's cell phone network on the fateful day. The AIG had stayed home for the entire day and then from Noida, driven over the Kalindi Kunj Bridge, turned to Mathura Road and finally arrived somewhere near Connaught Place. At the Connaught place location, his cell phone had caught the signal from three towers at different points of time during his three-hour long stay: a tower on Oriental Bank of Commerce, another near LNJP Park, and the third on Bhagwan Das Road.
"A person on some secret mission needs a secluded place. Restaurants now-a-days are too crowded. Some innocuous apartment could be an option. However, the most probable location would be a hotel room, where the hidden truth may be easily buried,"thought Siddhartha as he spread the map of Delhi and concentrated on the Connaught Place area. He took out a pencil and a scale and joined all three places. A triangle lay bare before him. "What would be the best position for a cell phone to catch the network from three different positions of a triangle?"He was thinking aloud, "The median!"
When he calculated the median, it pointed to one place ' Lalit Intercontinental Hotel.
Nausheen
One afternoon, Nausheen dozed off and dreamt about Aban when he was a toddler. Aban was on his father's back, tapping Imran's shoulder as if Imran were some Arab steed. On the weekend, in their small Rawalpindi apartment, father and son frolicked the entire day until little Aban got tired and slept. In the next sequence, Nausheen was running after Aban to get him to have his milk and a meal, but he was as ever raring to go on with the next game, and the next, and the next. Moreover, his father was ever willing to invent ingenious and imaginative games for his son.
Then Nausheen saw herself pushing a stroller in Ayub Park. Suddenly an old man, with a long flowing beard, lifted Aban from the stroller and sprinted towards the War Hero Monument. She wanted to run after him, but her legs failed her.
Nausheen woke up in a cold sweat, "Where is Aban?"
A mother's instinct told her that something was wrong.
She had already tried to contact him on his cell phone, but it was switched off. She then spoke with Aban's professor and a few students. They confirmed that Aban had not been seen on campus and were unaware of his whereabouts.
Nausheen wanted to get in touch with her husband, but his phones did not respond. She went to her bedroom and opened the drawer, hoping to find some clue. If only she could find the US addresses from where Aban had written the letter to her, then she might be able to trace him.
In one of the letters, Aban had written, "Dear Ammi, I'm fine. I'm sorry I could not drop a line. My friends and I are doing the Dirt Bike Cross-country Race from New York to Duluth and back. Right now, we have just crossed the stunning Delaware Water Gap. The gorgeous sight of the Delaware River cutting
Hours before the computer had gone into a deathly sleep, it had already transferred the ip address, the password, and the username to the Systems Office of the IB in India. A miniature program silently got embedded in the OS X Leopard operating system. The program collected data in the background, encoded and zipped the contents, and silently transferred them to the intended destination'the server of the Intelligence Bureau office of India.
Triangulation
Siddhartha Rana requisitioned the telephone numbers of the AIG of the CISF, who was shot dead on the Noida Golf Road. He asked the telecom service operator to provide the details of the movement of the officer on the day of his death.
The telecom company extracted each of the tower positions, which had caught the AIG's cell phone network on the fateful day. The AIG had stayed home for the entire day and then from Noida, driven over the Kalindi Kunj Bridge, turned to Mathura Road and finally arrived somewhere near Connaught Place. At the Connaught place location, his cell phone had caught the signal from three towers at different points of time during his three-hour long stay: a tower on Oriental Bank of Commerce, another near LNJP Park, and the third on Bhagwan Das Road.
"A person on some secret mission needs a secluded place. Restaurants now-a-days are too crowded. Some innocuous apartment could be an option. However, the most probable location would be a hotel room, where the hidden truth may be easily buried,"thought Siddhartha as he spread the map of Delhi and concentrated on the Connaught Place area. He took out a pencil and a scale and joined all three places. A triangle lay bare before him. "What would be the best position for a cell phone to catch the network from three different positions of a triangle?"He was thinking aloud, "The median!"
When he calculated the median, it pointed to one place ' Lalit Intercontinental Hotel.
Nausheen
One afternoon, Nausheen dozed off and dreamt about Aban when he was a toddler. Aban was on his father's back, tapping Imran's shoulder as if Imran were some Arab steed. On the weekend, in their small Rawalpindi apartment, father and son frolicked the entire day until little Aban got tired and slept. In the next sequence, Nausheen was running after Aban to get him to have his milk and a meal, but he was as ever raring to go on with the next game, and the next, and the next. Moreover, his father was ever willing to invent ingenious and imaginative games for his son.
Then Nausheen saw herself pushing a stroller in Ayub Park. Suddenly an old man, with a long flowing beard, lifted Aban from the stroller and sprinted towards the War Hero Monument. She wanted to run after him, but her legs failed her.
Nausheen woke up in a cold sweat, "Where is Aban?"
A mother's instinct told her that something was wrong.
She had already tried to contact him on his cell phone, but it was switched off. She then spoke with Aban's professor and a few students. They confirmed that Aban had not been seen on campus and were unaware of his whereabouts.
Nausheen wanted to get in touch with her husband, but his phones did not respond. She went to her bedroom and opened the drawer, hoping to find some clue. If only she could find the US addresses from where Aban had written the letter to her, then she might be able to trace him.
In one of the letters, Aban had written, "Dear Ammi, I'm fine. I'm sorry I could not drop a line. My friends and I are doing the Dirt Bike Cross-country Race from New York to Duluth and back. Right now, we have just crossed the stunning Delaware Water Gap. The gorgeous sight of the Delaware River cutting
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