Gemotions

The keyboard felt hot beneath Leo’s fingers. He’d meticulously planned this. For weeks, he’d listened to Marcus, online and in games, constantly boast about his rare game achievements. Now, Leo knew Marcus's address. He’d followed him from a public game, noted his IP address. It wasn't the most elegant, but it was effective. Leo drove past the house, a modest brick affair. He knew Marcus was still inside. He pulled out the pre-bought pack of glitter bombs and, with a satisfied grin, sent them through the mail slot.