Woulfe: Dealer’s Choice Snippet 🐺 When you are on the run and don’t have access to military-grade gear, you have to improvise to stay off the grid. And sometimes you just have to improvise with what you find in the kitchen.
I ran an extensive SDR on the way back to my flat, my route a deliberate meandering through the quiet streets and narrow paths. I wasn’t followed.
Along the way I stopped at an all-night bodega and bought a roll of aluminum foil. The phone I’d swiped was a digital time bomb waiting to go off, either through a remote wipe or by a find-my-device protocol. Even powered down, the device was a risk.
Out back of the shop, I wrapped several layers of foil around the device until it was a silver sandwich. My poor-man’s Faraday cage. It would keep the phone hidden in transit.
When I arrived back at my flat, I maintained my caution. The last time I’d let my guard down, a house guest tried to kill me.
While I didn’t mind rolling with life’s punches, I wanted my challenges to stay fresh.