"Damn it!" Matt said. Matt was supposed to be looking for credit card numbers for the Social Club to fence. Tony was watching the Dodgers game. Matt had showed him some very fancy math which all said the Dodgers couldn't hit for shit. He'd pretty much figured that out on his own, but it was kinda cool to see graphs. "Son of a bitch," Matt said. "What's up?" "It's just this guy dogging me," Matt said. "He's hit me with a bug and it just ate my partition. It's my own damn fault." He looked up. "Don't worry, I mean, I'll get the stuff." "You mean all that credit card shit you found, this guy just erased it?" "Yeah," Matt said. "But I'll find more, Tony. Just give me a little time." The kid looked miserable. The Dodgers left a man on third--again--and cut to commercials. Tony got up and came over and looked at Matt's screen. Matt started to close it but Tony held it open. "What's this?" "He used a server exploit to hit my account on a 0 day board." The kid was dying. Humiliated. "Now if I post anything, it's signed 'wtf616, worldclass asshole.'" "And this guy has been doing shit like this to you for awhile?" Tony was pissed. "It's just hacker shit," Matt said. "Really, it's okay. I mean, a lot of the stuff I can figure out how to stop." "Who is this guy?" Matt shrugged. "Some guy named Fish00k." "That's a hacker name, right?" Matt nodded. Poor kid. It pissed Tony off that some freaking white meat basement dork from UCLA or Santa Monica or wherever had nothing better to do with his time than torment a fifteen year old boy. Fish00k my ass, Tony thought. "You know his real name?" The kid shook his head. "No. I mean, I know a guy who used to be in a warez group with him. Said fish00k got thrown out because he was such a lamer." Tony sat down again. "Tell me the name of that guy you know, Matt."
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