His fingers fly over the keyboard, a staccato rhythm. “Give me a sec... GOT IT! A hidden forum, deep in the bowels of the web. Invitation only.”

I lean in, scanning the page. A wall of text, encrypted. “Can you get us in?”

Logan cracks his knuckles, a wry grin tugging at his lips. “Can a roo jump? ... Give me a few minutes.”

As he works, I pace the lab, mind racing. The Serpent. The mastermind behind a web of cybercrime, identity theft, and fraud. A ghost in the machine, always one step ahead. But not this time. This time, we’ve got him.

“I’m in,” Logan says, triumphant. The screen fills with a flurry of posts, a hive of illicit activity. Credit card numbers, bank accounts, personal data. All for sale to the highest bidder.