Fatal System Error

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Authors: Joseph Menn

Tags: #Business & Economics, #General, #Computers, #Security, #Viruses & Malware, #Online Safety & Privacy, #Law, #Computer & Internet, #Social Science, #Criminology

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For E.F.O.
INTRODUCTION
WHEN I FIRST MET BARRETT LYON in 2004, I was covering Internet security for the
Los AngelesTimes
from an office in San Francisco. His story was so good—and met a journalistic need so deep—that I had a hard time believing it was true.
For more than a year, I had been grappling with an onslaught of urgent but complicated stories. Seemingly every week brought a new computer virus that shot around the world. Many had real impact, shutting down large company networks or overstuffing mailboxes with spam until they started rejecting legitimate messages. Even so, the problems could be hard to explain before the deadline for the next day’s newspaper—especially if the viruses took advantage of obscure software holes in ways researchers were still struggling to understand.
It wasn’t just that the technical explications were tricky. There were few heroes, except for a handful of almost unquotably nerdy researchers. The villains were usually shadows. When someone did get caught in those days, it was typically a maladjusted teenager.
Yet something important was happening. As the world connected to more computers and depended on them for more things, the bad guys were wreaking havoc. Worse, the viruses unleashed for mischief’s sake were getting supplanted by those that were about making money.
Then came a new series of Internet attacks, much easier to understand technologically, that illustrated the new thuggery in bold strokes. Assailants unknown simply overwhelmed business websites with so much bogus traffic that the sites failed. To stop, they wanted $30,000 or more wired to countries in Eastern Europe.
I called around to the victimized companies, looking in part for something to make the tale even better, so that any reader could follow along and learn. I quickly heard about cyber defender Barrett Lyon.
He was young and unassuming, yet enormously bright and articulate. He had actually chatted with the attackers. Yes, he knew some of their names. He didn’t happen to have a record of those chats, did he? Sure he did. Don’t suppose the cops had taken much interest in the case, since they normally throw up their hands at cybercrime? Why, yes, they had—the FBI, the Secret Service, and the national authorities in the U.K. and Russia. The saga grew until it gave a panoramic view of organized crime’s brazen new initiative.
Of course, the sort of attack that Barrett specialized in warding off was merely one dramatic aspect of a bigger and rapidly metastasizing problem—technology advances that were helping criminals even more than they were helping consumers. Online scams and identity theft soared, and an entire underground industry grew. Enormous data heists from such places as the information broker ChoicePoint and retailer T.J. Maxx generated plenty of headlines.
By 2009, 30 percent of Americans had become identity theft victims, companies and individuals were losing an estimated $1 trillion a year to Internet criminals, and confidence in the electronic economy and the stability of the information infrastructure was fraying. Now it wasn’t only about cash, but about international politics and cyberwarfare as well.
Even if someone were dedicated to sorting out what was going on and where it was leading, there wasn’t much help to be found. Few with any knowledge had an incentive to talk. Not Microsoft or the other software companies, whose flawed products made penetration by criminals so easy; not most security firms, whose services were falling farther behind; and not law enforcement agencies, which were catching less than 1 percent of the bad guys.
Private researchers could explain how one virus differed from previous versions, law enforcement could complain about how the trails from identity theft crimes went overseas and grew cold, and a handful of academics could hold forth on the politics of Eastern Europe. But even as fears rose to the point that President Barack Obama devoted a speech to the vast dangers of cybercrime, cyberspying, and cyberwar, almost no one could give a full picture.
Once more, Barrett Lyon could. By then, I learned, he had penetrated not just the Russian mob but the American mob as well, and had gone undercover again, this time wearing a wire for the FBI. Only now does that work become public.
In turn, he and I also met British agent Andy Crocker, who followed his leads and plunged deeper than any previous Westerner into hacking in the former Soviet Union—and whose adventures have never been recounted. Together we retraced the greatest international cybercrime prosecution in history, as an officer from the Russian MVD put it to us in a vodka toast.
Their combined stories shine by far the brightest light yet into a shadow economy that is worth several times more than the illegal drug trade, that has already disrupted national governments, and that has the potential to undermine Western affluence and security. This book is about the triumph of two men who went where none like them had gone before.
But it is also a warning about disaster well along in the making. By mid-2009, word had spread far enough in secretive government circles about the exploits of Barrett Lyon and Andy Crocker that they were flown to Washington to lecture more than a hundred top spies for the U.S. and its allies. Yet those officials still weren’t getting the most important message. And both heroes had quit working for their governments.
Cybercrime is too important to be left to the professionals. Read this book and understand why.
PART ONE
1
WARGAMES
FLYING DOWN TO COSTA RICA, Barrett Lyon couldn’t wait to meet his new clients in the flesh. It was two days after Christmas 2003, and the twenty-five-year-old computer whiz from near California’s Lake Tahoe figured to be welcomed like a conquering hero. The early-morning flight banked away from San Francisco International Airport, piercing the winter clouds as it gained altitude. Barrett looked over at the pretty brunette by his side and felt he was on the cusp of a new and better phase in his life. BetCRIS—short for Bet Costa Rica International Sports—was not only treating him to the trip, it was paying for his girlfriend, Rachelle Sterling, to come along. It was their first plane journey together, and her first outside the country. He hoped it would go a long way toward easing the tensions of the past six weeks.
Barrett now realized he must have seemed irrationally obsessed with BetCRIS, defending an unseen company in Costa Rica against invisible enemies in yet another country. Most of the time all Rachelle saw was Barrett’s six-foot, two-inch frame hunched over the boomerang-shaped desk in their cramped Sacramento condo. For twenty or more hours a day Barrett stared blearily into the computer screens he used to track electronic assaults. He even blew off the family Thanksgiving he had promised her so he could try to get his programs and configurations working better. He had been too focused to thank her for bringing him the leftover turkey, let alone to explain everything he was doing.
To Barrett it was a battle for the ages, one that reminded him of
WarGames,
the 1983 movie memorialized in the poster on his wall. In the film, a bright but unschooled teen looking to play games online stumbles into a government supercomputer, nearly launching World War III. Barrett thought he had skipped the initial blunder and gone straight to the fun stuff, trying to short-circuit a cyberbattle that was costing real people their jobs and fortunes.
BetCRIS took in hundreds of millions of dollars every year in sports bets, making it one of the largest gambling houses and among the first to seek a legal haven offshore while catering to U.S. customers. But a vicious attack kept crashing the website during the peak season, keeping bettors away and costing BetCRIS as much as $5 million a day in lost business. Barrett didn’t know if the technologically savvy thugs had been hired by the sportsbook’s competitors or were operating on their own. In either case, they were trying to extract money from the company in exchange for going away—a perfect protection racket for the cyber age. If the bad guys succeeded at BetCRIS, they would be fools not to attack hundreds of other companies.
The previous spring, the first hint of a problem with the BetCRIS website hadn’t been enough to worry the company’s general manager, Mickey Richardson. Inside the seven-story building in Costa Rica’s capital, San Jose, behind the black glass that kept out the heat and the gazes of the curious, the phones were ringing as usual. But bets placed over the 800 number were a minority of the business. For more than a year now, most of the money had come in over the Web, placed by bettors in their homes and office buildings. Over that spring week, however, BetCRIS began hearing complaints that the Web pages were sluggish. “What the hell’s wrong with the site?” barked Mickey, who was usually nice when his money wasn’t involved. Technician Glenn Lebumfacil checked the logs and saw that while there was a crush of visitors to the website, they weren’t real customers. Personal computers from around the world were coming to
BetCRIS.com
and immediately leaving again. As to why, Glenn had no idea. The mysterious slowdown continued for days.
Checking his email one morning, Mickey got the surprising explanation—along with an extortion demand. An anonymous hacker crowed that he was subjecting Mickey’s site to a denial-of-service attack, in which a deluge of fake requests for information overwhelms a Web page. Unlike the teen hackers who had shut down the likes of Yahoo! and eBay during the dot-com boom for bragging rights, the emailer didn’t want attention. He just wanted $500 pronto, via the online payment service e-Gold.
“Big deal,” Mickey said aloud. He could spend that much on a good night at the local sushi bar. Mickey paid.
That was a cheap wake-up call,
he thought. The next time might be more expensive. So Mickey phoned the most tech-savvy people he knew and asked where they turned for defense. When he got to top oddsmaker Don Best Sports in Las Vegas, his business allies there couldn’t say enough good things about the kid from California who had saved them from a similar assault a year earlier—an intense but affable surfer named Barrett Lyon.
Mickey called Barrett and ran through what had happened. Since the problem wasn’t dire—BetCRIS was up and running—Barrett gave him some free advice. He told Mickey to buy a couple of machines from a Massachusetts company that specialized in thwarting unfriendly Web traffic, Top Layer. Mickey paid $20,000 for the equipment, and Barrett talked Glenn through setting it up.
If this ever happens again, we won’t have a problem,
Mickey thought. Some months later, Mickey began hearing rumors from his cronies. New computer attacks were hitting the competition, and after some initial defiance, most of the offshore bookies were paying up. “These fucks are brutal,” one warned. “There’s no way to stop them.” A few sites that didn’t pay got shut down for nearly a month. Their bank balances were pummeled as gamblers turned elsewhere and revenue vanished. A couple of sites never opened again, leaving angry bettors with no way to recover the money from their accounts and howling about fraud.
Now the extortionists wanted $30,000 or more for a year’s freedom from attacks. Mickey chuckled to himself, thinking it had cost him only $500 and the new gear. Then his turn came around again. The Saturday before Thanksgiving, an email arrived just before 8 A.M. “Your site is under attack,” it said, demanding $40,000 by the following noon in exchange for one year of peace. One of the biggest betting weeks of the year was about to begin, boasting special professional and college football games, with basketball to boot. “If you choose not to pay for our help, then you will probably not be in business much longer, as you will be under attack each weekend for the next 20 weeks,” the author wrote.

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