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The atrium vanished as Dale’s attention sank into his laptop’s seventeen-inch screen. As breaking into the unfamiliar network consumed more and more of Dale’s attention and consciousness, he lost awareness of his aching feet, sweaty shirt, and churning innards.
The network queries let him identify the virtual network labeled VIDEO, and a few minutes with a packet sniffer led him to the camera server.
A quick Internet search showed Dale that cameras streaming their feeds on that particular port were either made by OmniWare, or someone knowledgeable had gone to a lot of trouble to fake being OmniWare. Judging from the rest of the network, Dale felt confident he could exclude trickery.
Five seconds of packet analysis told him the camera server ran a five-year-old Snugglebear Linux.
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