Spencer turned on his computer, “I’m not ruling over him asshat. I’m taking care of him. Big difference.”
The second Spencer was able to log in, he started tapping rapidly on the keys. He had to go deeper than he had ever gone before, and he had to damn well be careful. One wrong move and he could be found, and if that happened it could ruin everything. Tipping off the bad guys was never a good thing.
“Spencer, what’s going on?” Hron asked.
Spencer dug until he saw something that caught his interest. Sortie. What the hell? Carefully, Spencer peeked into the chat room, but no one was there, and the history had been erased. He knew this had to be the hate group Hron and Throg had talked about, but until someone was on there, Spencer couldn’t see who it might be.
Moving around a bit m
