His hand padded across the keyboard, 100 words a minute, eyes adjusting to the darkening sky outside, too ensnared by his actions to need light. The temperature dropped, but cold was a state of mind. Currently his mind was elsewhere.
His heart beat faster. It was fear that made this fascinating; he loved the threat of capture. It urged him on, planting seeds of doubt and defiance.
Success! His heart rate slowed; the fine film of sweat was brushed from his brow. He had proven that he was the best. It hadn't been a challenge, it had almost been… disappointing.