Page 134 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
CenturyGirl: Door locks? Seriously?
DM4XX: Seriously. For a lot of people, those locked doors stand between their families and a loaded gun.
Kinofoo: Got it. You delete it when it’s done. We’ll delete this room and erase the logs. We’ve never found any key trackers on Snarlzilla, but if you have anything that fucks key trackers, you might want to upload that, too.
I do, and I do.
DM4XX: Present for you two. My very own key-tracker fucker.
Kinofoo sends me a row of smiley emojis.
CenturyGirl: Without getting into it, can we know what you’re doing?
DM4XX: The more you know, the more at risk you are. These guys are not fucking around. You saw how bad they scared Cynnie. They’ve been surveilling me by drone for weeks and sent mercs after me in meatspace. Are you sure you want to know anything?
There’s a long silence while I continue working.
Kinofoo: Yes.
CenturyGirl: Yes.
I tap on my desk to get Cynnie’s attention. When she looks up, I beckon her to me. She climbs out of the beanbag gracefully, smooths her dress down, and comes to lean over my chair. I turn and draw her into my lap. Reaching around her, I draw my finger down the chat I have going with Kinofoo and CenturyGirl.
“I’ve interacted with both of them on social media,” she says, tipping her head so she can whisper in my ear. “Kinofoo’s a furry. I think he lives in Chengdu, China. He’s posted a lot of furry photographs and videos. If he’s caught, he’d faceimprisonment for bestiality at the very least. I don’t know as much about CenturyGirl. I think she’s a digital artist in Iraq, but I’m not sure.”
I nod.
DM4XX: I’m going to agree to do one last hack for them. While the hack is going on, I’m going to burn them. Livestream the op.
Kinofoo: Burns you, too.
DM4XX: Yes, it does. Hopefully so bad they’ll never want me to work for them again.
They’re silent for so long that Cynnie goes back to her beanbag. I glance at Ty and see that he’s fallen asleep, the cans of my good headphones smooshing his cheeks. I snort quietly. Cynnie follows my line of sight and grins.
A series of messages popping up pulls my attention back to the chat.
Kinofoo: We’ll hide you. Bad guys might know who and where you are, but they’ll never be able to prove you did the hack.
CenturyGirl: I’ll work the livestream. I have 110 outlets I can stream to. I can double that if you let me pull someone else in.
DM4XX: What kind of outlets?
CenturyGirl: Everything from Tikker lives to a couple of small newsflash streams. Total distribution around 3M.
DM4XX: That’ll do. I don’t want to endanger anyone else.
CenturyGirl: Are these guys really that bad?
DM4XX: Yes.
They go silent again and I finish uploading what I’ll need.
“That’s it,” I tell Cynnie. “I say we call it a night.”
It’s already after ten. Time for Ty to go home. Time for Cynnie to shed her “big” skin. Time for me to put away everything pressing in on me and concentrate on my little, the joy she brings me, and the absolute freedom of our play.
She finishes what she’s working on, puts her laptop away, and gently shakes Ty awake.
