A low tone startled Caden out of his half-asleep daze.
Rubbing at his red, dry eyes, he pushed himself up with his free hand to examine the message that had appeared on the screen. It took him a few passes just to read it, his overworked brain too exhausted to even comprehend the words for a good ten seconds before he understood.
[TARGET LOCATED]
Immediately, the teen shifted upright, blinking away the sleep in his eyes as he clicked back to his homemade spyware. A sprawling array of numbers was presented in the center of the window, and he scrambled to copy them down before they slipped away once more.
Once they were scribbled on the pad of notepaper set beside his keyboard, Caden let his shoulders slump, leaning back and rolling one shoulder in an attempt to work the cricks out of his neck. A grin split his face, and his eyes fell shut as he tilted his head back to face the ceiling. His prey was in his sights, trapped like a rat in the world he thought would be his safe haven.
It wouldn't be long, now.
