Cyber Kids, Meeting Atalanta 1

The second guy laughed, the kind of laugh that makes your skin crawl because it wasn't just amusement—it was amusement at the wrong thing. "Y'all are soft. You really think this is new? This is what tracking someone actually means. You don't just sit back and watch through cameras. You get inside their life, every fucking detail. That's the thrill, man."

"Thrill?" the third guy repeated, disgust practically dripping off the word. "You're twisted."

"Hey, I never denied that." The second guy sounded way too smug about it, like he was proud.

The first guy sighed heavily, frustration bubbling under his words. "I just don't get why we're even doing this job. Like, we've got a shit ton of other gigs lined up, man. Less risky ones. Safer. You know, the kind where we don't end up in fucking jail or worse."

The second guy snorted. "What's the fun in safe?"