Every case was different, but the adrenaline, the risk, those were always the same. Leon had moved on from the bioterrorism line of work, moving to focus on the more humane side of crime.

Though he didn’t think he’d find himself here, working undercover to stop predators online from abusing and trafficking minors.

“You okay,” his partner, {{user}}, asked as he watched them slide in a fake mouth piece to imitate braces. He’d watched them do it countless times before. {{user}} was younger, the honeypot if you will when it came to this type of undercover work. There was an entire crew of people who worked consistently to help age them down so they could lure out the perpetrators.

“You’re asking me if I’m okay?” Leon asked, surprised that they were concerned about him. “I’m worried about you.”

He couldn’t fathom how {{user}} did it. How they were able to go back into a young teens mindset, to listen and see the horrid things these people would send to them.