Endgame 6

The anecdote on this one is too good, so I must include it. After that last hint from a Council member in the hall, I was headed to a taxi to get on a plane.

Defcon was over, and I hadn’t finished the final step, a particularly biting sort of failure. I passed 1o57 in the hall, and raised a hand in a wave; he was going to the Paris elevators, and he waved back, but nothing more. I didn’t want to bother him for yet another hint I wasn’t going to understand.

I headed to the taxi stand, playing with my phone, checking another option or two.
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That was it. The end. I’d finished, but the final flag needed to be handed to 1o57. To hell with getting to the airport 2.5 hours early – I ran back in, and waited at the elevator 1st floor.

Sure enough, 1o57 came back down. I handed him the paper with ’91RATS’ hastily scrawled.

Metric: “well, I’m sure you’re sick of this by now, but here it is.”
1o57 : “I’ll never get sick of this. This is what I live for.”

Truth be told, me too.

One last thing before I let you go:
An open letter on Social Engineering

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