If no-one reactivated the line at the NorTel
end, the connection would time-out 90 seconds later and the telephone
exchange would disconnect the call completely.
Mendax listened anxiously as the NorTel modem searched for his modem
by squealing high-pitched noises into the telephone line. No modem
here. Go on, hang up.
Suddenly, silence.
OK, thought Mendax. Just 90 seconds to go. Just wait here for a minute
and a half. Just hope the exchange times out. Just pray there's no
trace.
Then someone picked up the telephone at the NorTel end. Mendax
started. He heard several voices, male and female, in the background.
Jesus. What were these NorTel people on about? Mendax was so quiet he
almost stopped breathing. There was silence at the receivers on both
ends of that telephone line. It was a tense waiting game. Mendax heard
his heart racing.
A good hacker has nerves of steel. He could stare down the toughest,
stony-faced poker player. Most importantly, he never panics. He never
just hangs up in a flurry of fear.
Then someone in the NorTel office--a woman--said out loud in a
confused voice, `There's nothing there. There's nothing there at all.
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