TWO
"Holy shit," Danny echoed Jimbo's sentiment of the night before, staring agog at the activities that unfolded themselves on the thirty-inch flat screen in front of them.
Four men, including Jimbo, sat on a split and scratched leather couch, gazing transfixed at the video Jimbo had stealthily lifted from Arkham Asylum.
Marky, a skinny wannabe hacker with a beanie pulled down hard on his shaved hand, raised a shaking hand and pointed at the screen.
"I-I-is th-that – " he began when Jimbo silenced him with a nod.
"Yeah," Jimbo whispered.
"Does it got sound?" Enrique queried and in response Danny lifted the remote control and hit the volume button.
A second later and the frenetic activity on the screen was given an appropriate soundtrack, the small, messy living room filling with the noises that had been captured along with the action. All four men recoiled slightly against the assault of it, before sitting forward once more, continuing to boggle.
"Oh, man. This is it." Enrique murmured and the others nodded their silent agreement.
Danny hit the volume button again, once more muting the video.
"Okay, this is what we're gonna do," he said to the others without tearing his eyes away from the screen. The other listened in a similar fashion. "Marky, you're gonna set up the website. Domain, layout, design, whole bit. Make sure it can't be downloaded by your average surfer schmoe. Someone'll get copies eventually but we'll get a good run out of it until then. Once that's done, the rest of us will start hitting any forum we can find. Spread the link everywhere and anywhere."
Four sets of eyes widened in unison at something that flickered across the screen and Enrique repeated his earlier utterance: "Oh, man."
Danny continued: "We'll set up a pay-per-view screening every twelve hours. They gotta pay to watch it each time. Fifteen bucks a pop. There'll be a lot of repeat buyers on this one."
"Might need more than one site," Marky muttered, gaze fixed on the screen and Danny half-nodded.
"We'll start with one, see how we go. Once the media gets hold of it, we'll be done. But by then it shouldn't matter. Cops may be interested; our tracks'll have to be well-covered."
"No fear," was all Marky said.
"Thanks bro," Jimbo muttered. "Knew I could count on you."
"How much longer is it?" Enrique queried and Jimbo lifted a can of beer to his lips, where it hovered as he continued to stare at the video, unwilling to look away for even a second.
"It goes for a while," he replied.
"Oh man," Enrique said for the third time.
"Well," Danny said, making no move to get up or stop the tape. "We should get onto it."
The others all nodded silently again. None of them moved.