Cassidy gravitates toward the monitor, her bare feet skimming the hardwood floors. The scent of her shampoo trailing after her.
The monitor light turns her expression into an open book, every emotion surfacing the instant recognition takes hold.
“montsterinyourcloset868,” she gasps.
She reviews the information on the other screen, catching up with it all, warehouse schematics, security rotations, different crypto wallets, screenshots from past livestreams that I have before the file was scrubbed.
Her face darkens into something glacial as she processes more information.
“How many women?” she questions.
“At least four that we know of right now.”
Her jaw flexes, “Ages?”
“Anywhere between eighteen to early twenties, that hasn’t changed.”
Thunder shakes the windows while messages continue lighting up nonstop on the monitor.
One of the livestream preview feeds activates briefly and we both freeze.
A fluorescent lit room comes into view on the screen. Cheap makeup stations on the side with folding chairs in front of them with ring lights.
Fear-stricken girls sit motionless along a wall while men behind the camera laugh.
Cassidy’s breathing changes straightaway.
“The stream is tomorrow?” she rushes out.
“The main event is tomorrow night.”
“They are setting up now.” Her stare could cut steel.
“Yeah, but tonight a VIP subscriber will be granted a livestream of their choosing with some of the newly acquired girls.” I tap another screen. “His workers are already at the warehouse prepping equipment.”
Security layouts appear across the monitors. Entry points,there are three huge rolling bay doors. Blind spots. Camera loops. I’ve already started assimilating a plan.
Cassidy shifts into mission mode, her gaze combing over every detail. “And him, where is he?”
I bring up a different file on the adjacent screen.
“He’s home tonight playing poker with his friends,” I inform her, “He lives in a rundown house in Keytown on a huge piece of property with the home located further from the main road.”
“It won’t be easy to go unnoticed, that is a busy part of town.”
“That area is full of drug addicts and gang violence, the likelihood of them reporting us is pretty slim.”
Cassidy studies the image and her arms wind around herself like a shield.
“So, we hit the warehouse first.” She states confidently.
“Take out the security guards then the workers. Extract the girls and hand them off to the rescue crew. Then pull the server data and livestream archives before they wipe everything.”
“And then we go to his house.”
I recline in my chair, my eyes glued to the glowing screen. “That’s the plan.”
Her focus returns to the livestream feed still onscreen. One of the girls can’t stop shaking. Another one stares blankly at the floor like she already left her body hours ago.
