“If I can get my hands on this drive, then what? You want me to clone it?” Lucky asked.
“No. Don’t touch anything. Replace it with a dummy drive, then get it to the twins sotheycan clone it. Then you swap them back,” Enzo explained.
“Oh, is that all?” Lucky said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Enzo couldn’t afford to have Lucky clone the drive and risk corrupting any metadata that could lead to someone else. He wasn’t exactly inept with technology, but he wasn’t as qualified as the twins, whether he wanted to admit it or not.
“You want me to steal evidence?” Lucky said, lowering his voice to a dramatic stage whisper.
“Why are you acting so scandalized?” Enzo countered. “It’s hardly the first time.”
“Yeah, but it’s one thing to steal evidence when it’s our family. Now, we’re…broadening the circle? That’s when things start to get messy.”
“Sevenisfamily. So is his mother. If there’s anything on that drive that will exonerate Neith, we’ll need it in pristine condition. I’m not risking you fucking up the digital footprint.”
“Your faith in me is heartwarming,” Lucky muttered.
“Look, some people handle things with delicacy. Others with brute force. Both have their uses, but for this, I need surgical precision, not your ham-handed overkill.”
Enzo could practically hear Lucky rolling his eyes as he said, “Yeah, yeah. It might take a day or two.”
“Just get it done as quick as you can without getting caught,” Enzo said, shifting Seven’s weight so he was leaning heavily against him.
“Stop barking orders at me,” Lucky grunted.
“Should I call Ma?” Enzo asked.
“No,” Lucky replied grumpily.
Enzo scoffed. “That’s what I thought.”
Once they disconnected, Seven turned to look at him anxiously. “You’re giving the drive to the twins? Aren’t they in high school?”
Enzo grinned. “They might look like punks, but they use their powers for good instead of evil. You want the best? That’s them.”
“Really?” Seven said again, dubious. “I’ve never seen either of them without a phone in their hands, usually playing video games.”
Enzo dug his fingers into Seven’s side until he gave another involuntary giggle. “What have you got against video games? You have a guild with an entire backstory…complete with a digital boyfriend.”
“You really aren’t gonna let that go, are you?” Seven taunted. “I’m just saying, aren’t they a little young to be doing forensic accounting?”
“How old were you the first time Jericho asked you to take someone out?” Enzo countered, threading their fingers together.
“He never asked us to do it. It just sort of…happened that way.”
“How old?” Enzo asked again, more gently this time.
“Seventeen.”
“The twins aren’t that much younger. Think about it. Every member of my family has a career that, in some way, serves the family. Even the twins. Hell, especially the twins. They started bankrupting corrupt corporations as a hobby before they were in their teens.”
“Isn’t that dangerous?” Seven asked.
“I doubt it’s more dangerous than dropping bodies like you and your friends. Besides, it’s only dangerous if you’re not careful. The twins have got a whole underground set-up—server racks in their bedroom, a VPN chain that runs through four continents, a botnet of hacked vending machines in Taiwan…”
Seven’s eyes bulged. “You’re joking.”
“I’m not. You want to know who set your mother up? The twins will find out. This is the shit they do for fun.”
