Kyle’s tires screeched lightly as he pulled into his driveway, adrenaline still buzzing through his veins like a livewire.
The suburban street was dark, the only light spilling from the lone lamppost at the end of the block.
He killed the engine, sat for a moment gripping the steering wheel, a manic grin stretching across his face.
Perfect, he thought. Everything’s falling into place.
He climbed out of the car and popped the trunk, hauling out a heavy black duffel bag. Inside were his tools — a custom-built laptop, external hard drives, signal jammers, and the true heart of his operation: a small, sleek AI-powered editing rig, powerful enough to alter reality itself.
Kyle wasn’t some two-bit hacker messing around with cheap filters.
He was a professional.
And tonight, he was going t
