He checked his own clock. It was 5:58 AM.
The cursor blinked on the black terminal screen like a metronome counting down to zero. Leo rubbed his eyes, the blue light carving deep shadows into the hollows of his face. Outside his basement apartment, Seattle was drowning in an atmospheric river. Inside, the only sound was the whir of a hard drive array the size of a shoebox. Raw Torrents download list
He was the trap.