"Come on Stryker, you know we hackers have a sort of code to uphold."
"Do you know who he is?"
"No I don't, I really don't."
"Can you flush him out and bring up a name somehow." Stryker asked as Aurora seemed to grow ever more complacent in her seat before taking to her feet.
"Come on Stryker, just smack the shit out of him and be done with it already!" Aurora said standing and leering down upon the young man who seemed visible uneasy now to her presence.
"She's hot Stryker, what is she your new pit bull enforcer?" the boy asked trying not to let on that she was ever increasingly making him feel uncomfortable. "Look Agents, I really know little about the game you are talking about but if I hear anything, I'll let you know for sure," he added jumping to his feet in an anxious manner.
"There you said it, The Game, you do know something of this don't you Geek Pete," Stryker said calling him on his own words.
"It's Pete The Computer Geek for your information and I can't say anything….he'll kill me for sure.
"Mother Fucker I'll Kill You." Aurora cried grabbing the boy by the throat and forcing him down upon his own couch. "Tell the man what you know or I'll blow your fucking head off right here and now and then I'll take your pretty young bitch for myself…..now spill your guts before I do," she stated withdrawing her gun and jamming it into his ribs.
"Stryker…..a little help!" the boy screamed as the muzzle pressed painfully deep into his fleshy baby fat tissue.
"Hey….. I can't control her, you better comply," the agent said with a slight snicker in his tone.
"Ok…..ok, I do know a little about Kill Fest, so pull your dog off me."
"Aurora…..please," Stryker said as she complied and eased her weapon off him.
"You better talk or my Glock talks for me," she said in an imposing deep rich tone that rattled the kid to his last nerve.
"I really don't know who Fat Daddy is…..really I don't Stryker, so please don't have her shoot me. But I have heard of the game he's sponsoring. We computer people do hear things over the web and catch things that others may or may not see on the internet. I did catch wind of his Kill Fest game of death about two weeks ago when his website went live."
"How did you know?" Stryker questioned as his companion released the boy and let him retake his seat upon the sofa.