RAT in the Machine

I love my job. Even if I have to deal with lowlifes, I know I am making Port Gomorrah a better place. I mean, what else do I have to do around here? I'm a vampire and have all the time in the world.

I waited about 60 seconds then sent the email over to my target, "(dickhead)". I always assign creative names. I'm cool like that. In the email, I attached a small, low resolution picture of what looked to be a female teenager. It was his type. Port Gomorrah Police (PGP) had informed me of a couple vicious rapes that had occurred over the past week, leaving their young victims nearly dead, and (dickhead) was their prime suspect.

They needed evidence though, and that's where I came in. The image was a little grainy but still clear enough to wet his appetite. I had a few thousand of them from an image repository, and they were all approved for use with their data wiped. The image was cleaned and altered in a way that it would not be found in an image search and would not put the person in the picture, or me, in harms way.

Now, (dickhead) just needed to open up that email, which I was sure he already had, and then click on the image to enlarge it. That's what I would do. That's what they all did, and once they did...

"Got you, RAT," I whispered as I glanced over at my console and saw he had connected. A script was installed on his machine as soon as he clicked on the image, and a larger, higher resolution of the image displayed for him. My script initiated a connection from his machine to me:

Connection from [IP Address] received!

I began typing:
whoami
I had his name. I already knew his name. Yeah, I was good.

uname -a
I had his system information. Yeah, I was really, really good. 

"Alright - let's see what kind of images you have there, freak," I whispered as my fingers flew over my keys, searching his directories until I found what I was looking for.

"Sick bastard."