Page 3 of Red Hunt

I softened. Being new was never funny.

radical_angel: ?(•?•)? know the feeling, how did you stumble upon the greyhounds?

The Greyhounds, a group of gray-hat hackers, which I joined a while ago, was the one exclusively using this channel.

red_hunt: got invited by a friend, but I feel like I have to up my game. Feels like playing in the big league now

I nodded even though red_hunt couldn’t see me. Just a couple of days ago, my team did it again. With no trace leading back to us. Our plan had worked like a charm, and with the use of a different public name for any outward communication with the government officials, they hadn’t been able to trace us down. Not yet.

So, we took another one down. Only an infinite number of websites left.

Not that I would ever stop fighting to erase those platforms, to eliminate the filth they were spreading, those videos… The video of me as a child which was still around even after all those years. A chill swept through my body and made me shiver. But I was fighting back.

Gathering intel and giving it to the government officials to act on it wasn’t nearly half as satisfying as launching an attack on those assholes ourselves.

But a DDos Attack or ransomware attack wouldn’t get anyone in jail. And that’s where those sick bastards belonged.

Rotting in hell.

radical_angel: yep. we’ve got some heavy hitters with us, just listen, RTFM/RTFD, and learn and you will fit right in

red_hunt: exactly my plan…and be nice to the ladies in the house

radical_angel: what makes you think I’m a lady?

red_hunt: got me there. I actually don’t know. Just assumed by the way the others are treating you.

So not my username then. But how were the others treating me that made it possible for him to single me out as female?

radical_angel: How are the others treating me?

red_hunt: hmmm

red_hunt: like they’re falling all over themselves as soon as you log in?

I shook my head. That was definitely not happening.

radical_angel: very funny

red_hunt: maybe it’s not so obvious, but there’s something about you that had me curious.

radical_angel: curious?

red_hunt: curious, you know. Like intrigued, wanting to figure out what’s so special about you.

I snorted. Nothing made me special. Nothing at all.

radical_angel: maybe I’m just friendly

red_hunt: that you definitely are

I looked at my watch and sat upright.

radical_angel: hey, I’m sorry, but I gotta run, nice chatting with you.

red_hunt: (´?_?`) sorry to see you go, nice talking to you, maybe we can do that again, bye.

I logged out, disconnected the last VPN connection, then slapped down the lid of my laptop.

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