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hey’d been high all weekend long – on Ecstasy, coke, mushrooms and
acid – so there seemed little harm in doing one last bump of
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the nonstop party
Albert Gonzalez’s crew lived a lifestyle as outrageous
Special K while they packed up to leave their $5,000-a-night duplex as their crimes. (1) Albert stole 170 million credit-card
numbers while relaxing at places like New York’s Hotel
on Rivington. (2) Patrick Toey was his best operative,
in South Beach. For the past three days, the three friends had bare- and (3) Stephen Watt was the group’s coding genius.
Their cybercrimes netted millions (4), enabling Albert
ly bothered leaving their hotel, as a dozen club kids in town for Winter to throw a $75,000 birthday party for himself and
Stephen at an exclusive New York club (5).
Music Conference, the annual festival that draws DJs and ravers from
all over the world, flocked to their luxury suite to partake of the drug
smorgasbord laid out on the coffee table. But even stoned on industrial-
grade horse tranquilizers, Albert Gonzalez remained focused on business
– checking his laptop constantly, keeping tabs on the rogue operators
he employed in Turkey and Latvia and China, pushing, haranguing, issuing 4
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bases of some 250 companies – includ- But as Albert stood in his South Beach son into returning to reality. year, 1999. (2) In South Beach, 2006.
ing Barnes & Noble, OfficeMax, 7 -Eleven, (3) Cutting lines on his laptop.
Boston Market, Sports Authority and 1
DSW – and stealing 170 million credit-
card numbers. But unless Albert could get
Stephen to focus, the whole thing was in While Albert Gonzalez ran his ing the locks of high-tech vaults. It wasn’t
about stealing anything – it was more
have the best weekend ever, driving aim-
lessly around town, hanging at the mall,
Internet “carding” forum called Shadow-
crew, where thousands of international
danger of falling apart.
“Now that I’ve got you here, I need you vast criminal enterprise, he also the gloating rights, about showing the
straight-world programmers that he was
talking computers. A favorite topic was
their shared loathing of “white hat” hack-
criminals exchanged services, from sell-
ing fake driver’s licenses and Social Secu-
to do it, or it’s never gonna happen,” Albert
urged. The whites of his brown eyes had worked as an informant for the better and smarter than them. But A lbert
wasn’t just a typical misfit hacker. He
ers, who used their computer expertise to
help businesses find and fix network vul-
rity cards to stolen credit- and debit-card
numbers. But while Albert was good at
W
chemical impairment, but Stephen was of them, Albert felt untouchable. swapping tips on hacking, debating their Watt was a gangly, high-strung, seven- Albert’s initial attempts to succeed in phen, insisting that they knew too little
notorious among hackers for his abili- favorite bands and trading booger jokes. foot-tall senior – only 16 years old, he had the real world got off to a rocky start. He about computers to have any real impact
ty to dash off intricate code that could h e n a l b e r t g o n z a l e z By the time he graduated high school, in skipped a grade – with a 4.37 GPA and dropped out of Miami Dade Junior Col- on cybercrime. In a perverse way, his
blast through even the most secure com- was 12, he bought a computer 1999, Albert had already hacked into the few friends. It was past midnight when lege in his first semester, bored by his work for the government only encour-
puter networks. Finally, after 10 minutes with the allowance he had saved websites of NASA and the government of Albert’s headlights finally appeared in the intro computer courses, and moved to aged his criminal behavior and pushed
of following Stephen’s directions, Patrick up working for his father, a land- India – cyberfeats that had prompted vis- driveway, where Stephen met him for fear New York to work for a dot-com firm that his wayward ambitions into the strato-
hit the return button and declared the scaper. At first, his new hobby its by Miami detectives and the FBI, who of waking his conservative parents. The soon went bust. He landed another job, sphere. In Albert’s mind, his value to the
program functional. “Thank God,” Al- seemed a harmless distraction: He played warned him to cut it out. boys snuck through the house and into at Siemens, but bailed when the compa- Secret Service reinforced just how special
bert pronounced, his eyes widening with video games – car racing and wrestling, At this point, Albert wasn’t trying to Stephen’s room, where Albert promptly ny moved to Pennsylvania. In 2002, un- his skills were – and what a unique posi-
mostly – and spent hours taking the com- cash in on his skills as a hacker; he sim- produced a homemade bong. “No, thanks, employed and liberally self-medicating, tion he was in.
Sabrina Rubin Erdely wrote puter apart and putting it back together. ply relished the intellectual puzzle of net- I’m good,” Stephen mumbled; he had Albert took his first stab at being a green “That is a very big problem with using
“The Yoga Cult” in RS 1098. He even set up computers for other fami- work security, the powerful rush of pick- never tried drugs before. They went on to hat: He became one of the leaders of an sources,” says E.J. Hilbert, a former FBI
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er over the years. At one point, when Ste- the consummate businessman, even coin- boasted to Stephen. “And that’s good.”
phen and his live-in girlfriend broke up, ing a name for his venture: Green Hat
Albert had flown up from Miami to help Enterprises. It was a huge, globe-span- s a lbert’s crimina l empire
him move, telling Stephen that he needed ning operation, with Albert at its epicen- g rew, he began to indulge in the
to drive the U-Haul because Stephen was ter. “He’s just a genius at bringing people lifestyle of a minimogul – and he
such a lousy driver. “He spent more money together,” says Patrick. wanted his friends to share in all
getting to me than I spent on the move,” Albert had a lot of players to keep tabs the debauched experience that his
recalls Stephen. on, a feat made even more difficult by his new wealth allowed. In 2005, Albert and
So when Albert asked him to write a insistence that they talk business only via his crew made their first trip to Winter
sniffer code, Stephen was happy to oblige. encrypted IMs. He checked constantly on Music Conference in South Beach, where
He dashed it off in 10 hours – an eye blink, Yastremskiy – who, trotting across East- they hit the Miami clubs. But the scene
cybercrimes agent who went undercov- stripe readers plugged into their laptops. in hacker time – giving it the throwaway ern Europe, was seven hours ahead – ask- annoyed them: Bouncers with attitudes,
er for Operation Firewall. “While work- Together the two friends began scurry- title “blabla.” He knew better than to ask ing for the latest sales figures and urg- waiting in line for drinks, sneaking into
ing as an informant, Albert obtained in- ing from ATM to ATM with the rigged the bathroom to do drugs – it seemed
sight. Even if his handlers tried to not cards, punching in the PIN numbers they beneath them. “We didn’t want to rub up
show him everything, he got a pretty good had scribbled on the cards with a Sharp- against the prickly shaved forearms of the
idea of how things were going to play
out.” In October 2004, the feds arrested
ie. Soon the pockets of their cargo pants
were bulging with twenties.
would then forward the data to Patrick
and other hacker allies across the coun-
As Operation Get Rich or Die Tryin' guidos,” recalls Stephen. “Even though
there’s great music, the crowd is garbage,
28 members of Shadowcrew for stealing
1.5 million credit-card numbers – thanks
Raised in a down-and-out home with
a shifting cast of characters, Patrick had
try, who would decrypt and encode the
data onto bank cards, cash them out at got under way, money – drained from people that look like fucking Ronnie and
J-WOWW from Jersey Shore.”
in part to information supplied by Al-
bert. By that point, however, Albert al-
started smoking pot at 11, left school at
15 and, shortly thereafter, was busted by
ATMs, and mail Albert’s share to a drop
box in Miami. Raised as a Catholic, Al- banks around the world – was Fed So when the friends headed back to
South Beach the following year, it was
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arriving in stacks of up to $370,000.
Die Tryin’.” shorn blond hair, he bore a passing re- definitely going to hell for this,” he told they had money, they could control their
semblance to Eminem in more ways than Patrick. But once the fraud was detected, own reality, and design it to their exacting
t di dn’ t sta rt ou t a s som e one: Patrick was also a furious intellect Albert rationalized, the credit-card com- standards. They booked a top-of-the-line
well-organized criminal enterprise. who always seemed one step away from panies would restore people’s money. “And suite at the Loews and stayed in all week-
“It wasn’t anything official,” recalls self-i mmolation. An aimless loner and he didn’t give a fuck about the credit-card what Albert needed it for. “Albert was very ing him to sell his cards “fast fast.” Albert end, fortifying themselves with “magic
Patrick Toey. “It was just something reliable hacker, he was quiet and laconic, companies,” says Patrick. careful not to give any of the people he had two Russian hackers on the payroll milkshakes” – an insane concoction of
I was doing for money. And as a except when provoked – in which case he It was a decent plan but inefficient and worked with, myself included, too much as well, who did much of his online dirty cookies-and-cream Häagen-Dazs, skim
favor to Albert. Because he was a friend.” was always up for a brawl. “If Patrick gets risky: Each exploit was limited to a single information,” Stephen says. “But we all work. In New York, there was a Barclays milk, Ecstasy, mushrooms and LSD. Al-
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In Patrick, Albert had found his perfect pushed to his limits, he’s ready to throw store, and the hackers were sitting ducks knew what we were getting into.” programmer who helped Albert launder bert and his crew had long since left weed
street operative. The two had become fast down, a zero-to-90 kind of thing,” Ste- out there in the parking lot for hours at as much as $800,000 but whose behav- behind, finding it dull and unrewarding
friends through Internet Relay Chat, but phen says admiringly. “He’s like the skin- a time. “Being parked out front with an s i n g s t e p h e n ’ s s n i f f e r ior was becoming so erratic that Stephen (though they kept a stash of top-quality
they didn’t begin hanging out until four ny guy you gotta watch out for, the one eight-foot antenna isn’t the most graceful code, Albert and his crew could bought a drug-testing kit to threaten him bud for the girls who passed through their
years later, in 2003, when Patrick board- who’s really fucking crazy.” way of getting in,” observes Patrick. What now hack their way into corporate with, at Albert’s behest. Back in Miami, suite). These days, they were seeking the
ed a bus from his home in Virginia Beach Operation Get Rich began in Miami. Albert needed was a “sniffer code,” a hack- networks and download debit- Albert was keeping a wary eye on a hack- most intense drug experience possible,
and headed to New York for his first “cash- Hackers recruited by Albert would drive ing program that would intercept pay- and credit-card numbers by the er employee who was starting to flash his spinning the wheel of chemical roulette
out” trip as a member of Shadowcrew. up and down U.S. 1, a busy artery of strip ment data at a higher level. With a well- millions – along with user info, pass- newfound wealth a bit too conspicuously, and hoping it landed them at some new,
Only 18, Patrick was making the trip with malls and traffic lights, with their laptops crafted code, he could follow the chain words and PIN numbers. Albert would spending close to six figures for a replica more advanced level of perception.
the blessing of his mom, who needed the open, searching for retail stores with open of network vulnerabilities up from a re- then transfer the data onto servers that of a chain featured in the rap song “Dia- That summer, to celebrate his 25th
rent money. wireless networks, a technique called tail store and into its parent company’s Patrick had set up in Latvia, Singapore, monds on My Neck.” birthday, Albert threw himself and Ste-
Arriving in New York, Patrick climbed “wardriving.” When they found an open larger corporate database, capturing far China and Ukraine, where associates Business was booming. “I have a goal,” phen a dual birthday bash in New York, at
into Albert’s Honda Accord, where he network, they would park in a nearby lot more data with far less exposure. Albert Albert had recruited online would use the Albert gleefully IM’d Yastremskiy. “I want a cost of $75,000. He rented Sky Studios’
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helped himself to a pot cookie from a pack- or rent a hotel room close by and swift- lacked the technical skills to write such information to drain bank accounts to buy a yacht like Roman Abramovich” penthouse duplex, with its soaring Man-
age at his feet. He and Albert had come ly hack into the store’s payment data- a code himself, but he knew exactly who and ATMs worldwide. By late 2005, the – one of the world’s wealthiest men and hattan view and rooftop pool, and he flew
prepared for their mission with stacks of base. Then they would bide their time. to call for help. He fired off an IM to Ste- money being FedExed to Albert’s drop owner of the world’s largest private luxu- up his favorite pair of DJs, Oscar G and
blank ATM cards, procured online, upon From that point on, each time the store phen Watt. box in Miami was arriving in stacks of ry boat. Albert started pulling in so much Ralph Falcon, from Miami. “The party
which they had encoded stolen account swiped a card, the hackers could capture By then, Stephen was working in the up to $370,000. Operation Get Rich was cash that he complained to Stephen that was spectacular,” recalls Sandra Marti-
data by swiping them through magnetic- its data and send it on to Albert. Albert IT department at Morgan Stanley in New paying off. he had been forced to count $340,000 by netto, a friend of Stephen’s who attend-
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room “with people that look like Trick “k1ngchili” to commit cybercrimes. To good again. lately” – that is, doing good work. Still, when Patrick stopped to consid- think. In the end, Albert decided it was
Daddy.” The same guy who spent $75,000 disprove the charge, Albert paid a ring- Albert needed his best soldier in top er what they were doing, he couldn’t help nothing to worry about. “Remember,” he
on a single party would spend an hour er to log in as “k1ngchili” whenever he a t r ic k l o ok e d u p y e a r n- form: Operation Get Rich was shifting but panic. (“Operation Get Busted or Go reminded Patrick as they helped them-
bargain-shopping online for a $300 print- showed up at Secret Service headquar- ingly at the dropper bottle atop the into its most ambitious phase. Although to Prison Tryin’,” he calls it.) Albert rea- selves to the vial of LSD. “It’s not what they
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er. “Don’t waste your money on a plumb- ters. Working as an informant was crucial fridge. Its label advertised a breath Patrick’s attacks were simple, the overall soned with him to chill out. After all, he know, it’s what they can prove.”
er – I can do it,” he assured Stephen, re- to his criminal enterprise: Prosecutors freshener, but Patrick knew it was scheme that Albert had devised was quite told Patrick, they weren’t going to stay in
pairing his friend’s toilet and doing a later admitted that Albert used govern- full of liquid LSD. Unfortunately, sophisticated. Rather than sitting outside the game forever. Albert’s long-term plan lbert wa s a r r ested in m ay
half-dozen other fix-it projects during his ment intel to tip off his friends when they he had tons of work to do for Albert – he shopping malls to probe every store with- was to save enough of their criminal earn- 2008 by a team of federal agents.
month-long stay. popped up on the FBI’s radar. Patrick says needed to focus. With a sigh of regret, he in striking distance for vulnerabilities, ings to buy a business – maybe a tire shop They found him holed up in the
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On the surface, Albert seemed as in Albert once warned him to stop selling turned back to his laptop. Albert and Patrick now reviewed lists of – and go legit. On his laptop, Albert jot- National, a luxury hotel in South
control as ever, making everything look stolen data on a certain Internet forum, By the fall of 2007, Patrick was living in Fortune 500 companies to find juicy tar- ted a note to himself: “15 million is what Beach, with a gorgeous six-foot-tall
effortless: always in motion but never since it was in the cross hairs of an investi- Miami, staying in Albert’s condo. Back in gets. Then, to find out what kind of com- I want to have total before I start moving volleyball player he’d been seeing on the
rushed, always finding time to squeeze in gation that was about to end in arrests. Virginia, he’d been living with his moth- puter systems a firm used, they would to 2nd phase of laundering it.” side. Also in the hotel room were a Glock
his workouts to fine-tune his now-bulging It was a lot to juggle – and as Albert’s er and running low on money, as always – swing by one of its retail stores and scope Even when warning signs appeared, 27, two laptops and $22,000 in cash.
muscles. But the stress of his double life crime operation grew, so did everyone’s prosecutors would later say that despite his out the terminals at the checkout coun- Albert brushed them off. He might have Buried in the backyard of [Cont. on 90]