Nigel found a quiet place to work atop a pile of boxes. He routed an extension cord he found in a nearby closet to his high perch. Skylights provided plenty of natural light, for now.
Nigel studied the flow of network traffic that led out of Jeremiah Mason’s compound that his daughter Melissa maintained as a rehabilitation center.
There’s something odd about this traffic—a dedicated circuit routes to the internet service provider, as expected. But there is another connection that keeps going offline. Time to get a closer look.
Nigel scanned the IP range where the Edinburgh facility connected to the compound. At least seventy percent of all available addresses were in use.
Either someone has a lot of external connections, or a server farm is in use.
After some additional scans, Nigel outputted all the services that were in use. Most appeared to be mundane, well-known server ports that resembled web traffic. At least one connection used at least half of the entire facility’s available bandwidth.
You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.
That is suspicious.
Nigel used the two-way radio feature on his cell phone to contact Melissa.
“Hey, Mel, do you have a server farm running at your facility?” Nigel asked.
“Not that I’m aware of.”
“Is it possible Leviathan may still be accessing systems there? I’m seeing a large encrypted set of data flow from your compound to the internet.”
“Any idea of who it might be communicating with?” Melissa asked.
“No, but I’m willing to bet it is connected to Leviathan, wherever it may be hiding.”
“Can you break the encryption?”
“I already tried decoding some packets, but it will require more processing power than I have access to,” Nigel replied. Then he saw something. “Wait, I see a connection that may be of interest.” He pulled up the logs at the Edinburgh facility. “I think I have found a lead after all.”
“That’s great! I may have found a facility for Brody to perform Treeka’s examination. It is a proper medical office in Brooklyn,” Melissa said.
“So long as it has a decent internet connection and an actual chair for me to sit on, I’m all for a location change.”
“Keep working on tracing that connection while I get us better accommodations.”
Nigel resumed his reconnaissance.