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Oh, God.

Oh, Christ.

David had flown too close to the sun.

He was in way over his head. He should've stopped at the Dev Kits. But now he was risking jail time if he got caught.

It was just a Gears of War leak. Why did the FBI have to get involved?! Technically, it was Sanad who leaked the game, but he distributed copies. He was, as they said in the industry, absolutely cooked.

What was gonna happen after he was caught? He wasn't cut for jail!

He was panicking. Absolutely panicking. But he had to remain calm because you were laying on your stomach on his bed, probably browsing Tumblr or Blogger or whatever people did in 2011 on your laptop. He didn't want to scare you.

Especially because he hadn't told you what he was doing yet. And he had no plans to tell you. Like, ever. You'd just reap the rewards of the money he was getting. He'd never tell you that the expensive dates, the gifts, the games, the other things people did in 2011 that I can't think of, was coming from developer consoles that he was reselling.

"F★ck, man…" He muttered, gripping his mouse so tight his knuckles were white, and he thought it would snap under the pressure. He was trying to get in contact with any of his friends; he needed help encrypting his hard drive. But the second he actually needed them, those chronically online idiots suddenly had lives.