Mark Tabas, Karl Marx, The Safe Cracker, The Marauder, Genghis Khan,
Doc Holiday, Kloey Detect, Violet Bouregard, and Disk Jockey.
Dan the Operator Personal Info.:
Real Name: Noah Wallach (Info. compliments of Freeworld ][ Users)
Address: 5200 Myer Ct.
Rockville, MD 20853
Here now is an exact printout of the message Dan the Operator sent
to me on the Syndicate Newsline - 11:30 am, Monday July 6th '87.
"This is BIG BAD Noah Wallach here, man. Like what's up? I see your trying to do a report on me, and I hate your fuckin' ass. I don't want you to
say nothin' more on Havoc's Board, man. (Freeworld ][ Private) I'm gettin' a little pissed. I'm a little informat out ther spying on all of you. And I hate your god damn dick. Don't ever say anything more on Major Havoc's board, or I'll have to kick some anus. You little
fucker for giving out my phone number and all that crap. You little fucker, you little fucker. See you later asshole." That was a complete type up of DA's msg to me via TSR Newsline.
I heard he was a little on the homosexual side...but he sure likes to
talk about my private parts. Right after I heard the message from Noah, I
instantly called up Freeworld ][ Private to get a 'Previous Callers' log.
This is was it had:
11
74, Wasteland Warrior - Acc Lv: 6
1175, Clyde Ferndox - Acc Lv: 6
1176, The Spiker - Acc Lv: 7
1177, David Trader - Ac Lv: 6 (I suggested this one...name fits his style)
1178, Samson - Acc Lv: 5
1179, Mystical Kiler - Acc Lv: 5
1180, Keymaster - Acc Lv: 5 1181, Myself...etc.
*You make the evaluation, and come a conclusion on Noah's new handle.*
*UPDATE* This is a recent update on Noah Wallach:
Dan the Operator sent me another message over TSR Newlines on July 14th
at approximately 12:30 am. Read carefully, this could affect you...
"This is big bad Noah Wallach again. I see you haven't quit reporting
about me, man. I see you didn't take my warnings seriously. I also hear your in a little trouble with the Capital Interstate Cops...I hope they hang your fucking ass. If they don't
I will. You may think you know me, but you don't at all. I know everything about everybody, and there's going to be a major sting operation. And it's going to be located by every phreak in the nation. Watch your back Phreak Sensei, you telephone line loser."
I'm taking Dan's advise and am very weary about recent new boards etc...
Keep your eyes and ears open people. Please make all reports to either TSR or
"This is might be the last article I will write, I'm still waiting to
here from the Secret Service."
It was 1:11 pm - July 8, 1987. I had woken up around 11:00 pm from a busy
night of scanning Bell's Test Access System in California (415 UNIX). That night
I had gotten into the system. Nodename was 'tuuv7'. I only had a chance to check
my privs. on the Unix when I was logged out. I just sat there staring at the
'CONNECTION LOST...' note on my screen wondering what I actually did wrong. I
tried to ring the System back to continue, but all I received was a solid
ringing. I thought that I must have tripped an alarm. I then decided to turn in
for the night, and give a wack at it in the morning.
As I said before, I woke up at 11:00. I booted up the terminal program, and attempted to log back into the Bell Unix. It gave me a car
rier, but this time I didn't have to enter in the 'Password:', just the 'Function:'. And all I got this time was '>UNIX=tuu7', And nothing else. I just hung up, and would bring up the question on Osuny BBS.
I attempted to dial Osuny Bbs, only to find I had an invalid code on my hands. Not willing to pay for an LD call, I picked out another one. Then before I could dial the local Acc Number, I heard a loud knocking at my back door. I wondered who the hell knocks as loud as that, and went to answer it
. As I just walked out of my room, I seen what it looked like as a local cop searching for someone/something around my house. I didn't waste another second, and instantly ran back to my room and stashed all the illegal items I could into a private place. I caught my breath, and by this time they had stopped knocking. I thought they had gone away, but instead I found them just sitting in their unmarked car. I thought this was strange, since cops usually come in regular cops cars to haul you away for a parkin
g ticket. Well, I didn't feel like letting them sit out there all day, so I walked out and ask if I could help them. They got out of the car quicker than thought possible and asked me questions..."What's your full name, How old are you, Do you have a computer...YES? Do you have a modem? etc...After the 101 questions about my life, they wanted to see my set-up because they got a call from MCI and Bell about codes and hacking into their computers. They said they had a trace on my line for about 3 days, and kn
ew ever where I called. I brang them to my room easily knowing all the illegal items had been stashed. The first of the two Capital Police of Minneapolis (That's what their badges said), came first to my room, and the second didn't follow right away. The first cop was a moron. He looked over my set up, and asked what everthing was. I quess the second cop knew all about computers. The second cop picked up all my notes and started reading them. He first looked at Phrack World News XIV/2, then my 13th Transmit
tal of The Syndicate Report, then a list of local systems I had scanned out the night before. He asked what I was looking for with all these numbers. I just said I was looking for HLI DDS Systems, knowing he knew nothing about HLI's. All the documents looked over were: Various Phrack files, Syndicate Reports, a few TAP/2600 Mags., countless UNIX files and discussions (Posts with Users Names, Systems Names, Dates etc.), and an interview file I had for the Informant - Dan the Operator. He took all of these an
d 4 books of notes I had.
I then looked at my screen, and forgotten I had a hacker loaded up, but I only had a listing of it. He asked me what it was, I said a word processor. He then asked my what my private phone numbers are. I told him my parents number, and the actual one I used for scanning. But I told him a fake number for my third line, knowing that it just rings and rings if you call it. The second cop looked over my modem and told me he would have to take it downtown for a while. I asked hi
m when/if I would get it back, he said soon. I wasn't worried to much, I had two more modems put away. He then paged through my disks, taking all the general files, and a few utility disks etc. He asked me about MCI's access codes I used. I told him I just tried it a couple of times, and gave up. He didn't beleive me and asked if I gave out the following codes to anyone, and he listed a bunch. Of course the only word that came from me was 'NO'.
They then informed me that fraudulent use of Codes an
d Hacking are illegal, and could bring Federal charges since calls where made all over hell. He also said the Secret Service will get in touch with me. And that was it.
I have yet to wait for the Secret Service to call, or come over. I have really nothing to say about phreak/hacking, and no regrets as of yet. I knew the chances wadged against me, but since I'm still a minor I continued.
The last issue of The Syndicate Report is Transmittal #13. I've put out
TSR for well over a year, and had
no intention of quitting. But these
circumstances force me to stop, atleast for now. The Syndicate Report will
continue to be published monthly.
At this time I would like to thank the following people/boards:
Captian's Log - Where I first learn the very basics of phreaking.
I don't quite remember the person's name that
explained phreaking, but I thank him.
2001 BBS - Bootleg's old system in the 503. A lot of great
discussions came out of that system.
Private Sector BBS - 2600 Magazine, Kid & Co.
Police Station - Hours of hacking into this once great system.
I.P.D - International Phreaks/Pirates Division - First group
I was a member to.
Phrack Inc. - For PWN, Support and idea for The Syndicate Report