Nocturne covered the streets of the east side. The next campaign started with An Than and the boys tasked with infiltrating a headquarters and gathering intelligence to bolster his team's upper hand.

An Than had never done such a task before; however, Dipsy, an agent of Telebubies, seemed an expert in covert operations, and he moved with the stealth of a snake. The boys made their way to the building, dressed in all black and equipped with their hacking device, the profiler.

Dipsy introduced a technique called "hacking." An agent required to master the hacking skill since it presented one of the most important and distinctive features of agents. People built An Nam with blood; steel and wires; therefore, hacking to the infrastructure would help one create a distraction, opening a getaway route, or simply to cause chaos.

"Try this instance-" Dipsy used a portable device on a camera; jammed and controlled after a successful overload. Hacking into cameras presented one of the most basic hacks, and probably ended benefits the most. A good view of a building's layout would make devising plans easier. Cameras proposed a god-eye to pinpoint enemies hiding, or retrieve intel without infiltrating the compound. "Now let's mark the seen enemies on the map."

The boys marked the location; switched and swapped cameras while learning more about the intelligence. Cameras usually fail to point in the desired direction. Fortunately, people carried cameras in many ways. As far as the hacking went, they hit a security protocol which required unique methods of tracing. Dipsy could hack into a portable camera, and discover an inaccessible area. Dipsy knew it well; demonstrated his skill to bypass and in less than 5 minutes, the boys successfully intercepted a private call from the target's laptop.

"Jeffrey Nguyen here, and I'm calling from the PooCoin group-" the laptop camera displayed a man pinching his nose bridge multiple times. "I understand you are investing in our cryptocurrency."

Than's heart raced with excitement since the boys finally found the next target of the campaign. Dipsy started voice tapping that target as soon as the conversation began.

"Yes, that's true-" an anonymous client said. "I think PooCoin is a great opportunity to make big profits."

"Couldn't agree more-" Jeff replied that they offered a fantastic opportunity for everyone to invest in one of their latest projects, the PooCoin. "To be honest, a game changer in the market."

"Tell me more-" The virtual coin intrigued the client. "What makes this coin so special?"

Jeff briefly explained that PooCoin was composed of an experienced team and highly respected investors and advisors backing it, such as the famous real-life streamer Logan Nguyen. They, furthermore, implemented the latest technology to make it one of the most secure and reliable cryptocurrencies in the market, the Poo Blockchain.

"Great!" The info impressed the client. "But we should talk about the risks."

"Investment is always some level of risk-" Jeff refuted; but, they calculated steps to mitigate the risks and ensure their coin was as secure as possible. "Hey, we talk about Logan Nguyen here, a big investor, a founder of the project."

The client silenced for a moment. Perhaps, trying to make a big decision, the boys assumed, and that client wanted to assure the proper choice.

"Of course, everyone knows 'him'-" The persuasion pleased the client somehow. "What do I need to do to invest?"

"Send us your investment amount to our secure wallet address and we'll take care of the rest-" Jeff started to sit upright on his gaming chair; concentrated all of his seriousness onto that call. The man assured the client that his team would keep the update on the progress of the coin and its value. "You'll be able to sell your investment at any time."

Ting! Ting!

"Holy cow!" Jeff looked at the bank ringtone which announced a completed transaction; pleased as if he just had a good orgasm from his gaming chair. He had done his research and he was confident in his decision to invest. "The more you invest, the more potential returns you'll see, we promised."

"Hey, it was nothing for my boy Logan-" The proud client had transferred the funds to the PooCoin's secure wallet address. The tone of that client altered high as if adrenaline rushed in the bloodstream; or, perhaps, the client knew a hype train's ticket was waiting on the next stop. "I'm excited to see where this investment will take me."

The conversation ended shortly after. Jeff exhaled after reaching an orgasm, sliding on the gaming chair. However, another call took on, denying a man to enjoy his carnal pleasure.

"Jeff, I need to talk to you about the PooCoin-" an anonymous client said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need to take out my funds."

"What's wrong?" Jeff asked; smirked while posting news about the latest transaction to social media. "I told you there's nothing to worry about."

"Heard the news?" The client lost his mind in the phone call since journalists debunked the project. Eventually, investors discovered that they lost all their money as if the cash flew to the never-land. "PooCoin was a scam!"

Jeff activated his voice mail which presented an apology for the inconvenience; further explained that crypto currency posed a highly volatile market and investments fluctuated tremendously. He never guaranteed a specific return on investment.

"But you promised me a high return!" The response shocked the client. "I want my money back."

Jeff activated a second voice mail, smirked and whiffed his gaming chair. While the man left his seat for a moment, the voice mail briefly talked about understanding of the client's frustration. However, Jeff never guaranteed a specific return on investment and the risk endowed solo on the client. The terms and conditions that investments in crypto currency are subject to market fluctuations.

"Jeff, you piece of shit, I know you are voice mailing this-" The client lost his mind, shouting inaudible words. The client trusted Jeff to handle the investment and now everything was lost. "Where is my money!"

Jeff activated a third voice mail, returned with a classic champagne bottle. He popped it open and poured the red in a wine glass. The voice mail continued a sincere apology for the situation. However, as a company, Jeff denied taking responsibility for the fluctuations in the market. His team would answer any questions and provide guidance on the best investment strategies; but, the decisions endowed on the client.

"Bitch, I'm gonna plant a tree in yo mom's ass and then fuck yo bitches in its shade." The client became extremely dissatisfied; planned on taking action. "I'm gonna fuck you up the ass till you ain't shit right!"

"If I had a dollar for every brain cell you don't have, I would be a billionaire." Jeff unmuted; laughed wholeheartedly at the threat. He swayed the red liquid roundly, mesmerizing by the color. Jeff knew that client ran an organization at the district, dealing with all kinds of activities. Especially, "Overdox", a stimulant, gave them some income from time. However, that gray-area substance was limited by its users, the Qi users, a pretty small audience in the nation. Overdox amplified the Qi circulation in the body, like a dopamine, but the effect resulted in seconds. An Nam reached its end in war for a while, so people found Qi useless in these peaceful days. Some might call them perks in heavy work, or, just became a circus freak. In the end, the trade made little good to discuss. "You think a few lunch-money grabbers, street punks can stop me? I've got an army of my own."

"I will find you bitch-" The client screamed in the line. "Bitch wish that you weren't born-"

Beep!

Jeff hung the call. He came to a sofa in front of a big screen, stretching his legs. Turning on the screen, the screen displayed a blond, wavy white-cracker who initiated the talk.

"That's kinda gay, but A-OK!" Dipsy commented in the background while eavesdropping the conversation. In his knowledge, the voice of that client seemed to resemble one of the high profile targets in the intel. Hands quickly searched for the document. "You guys wanna bet who this is?"

"Bet you 10 bucks, that's the Night Prince-" Lam placed his bill on the table; looked at the boys with a slick look. "I win, y'all pay extra for losing."

Everyone postponed for a moment, looking at Lam, a confident, slick man in doubt, for that confident man had never seen or heard the voice of that 'Night Prince' before. However, a bet's a bet, the boys started placing the bills onto papers written in names of the betting target. As for An Than, the mind scrambled in thoughts of a name. Papers written names: The Fervent Master, The Sun and The Night Prince.

"Hmm, should be clear enough with the details-" the ghost concluded after a careful examination. The lunch-money grabber, it murmured, the only fair choice to that bet would point to 'that' name. The specter, thus, looked to the host, nodded. "Let's take the win, shall we?"

An Than hesitated in a fracture of seconds, thus, placed his bill onto the designated name. The boys expressed approval and continued watching the scene.

"Yo, Jeff, the sitch- ain't so good-" Logan seemed worry; explained the commotion at the club. Sweating his forehead, Logan urged the group to disband and flee to another country as soon as possible; otherwise, the situation would get out of hand. "You need to listen, 'they' are coming for us."

"You mean lunch-money grabbers?" Jeff baffled, embraced the classic champagne bottle as a sweet little baby. Fear not, Jeff consoled the worried pal, those fanboys had only some brain cells to spare. To be precise, those incels would never have the audacity to come and find the group. "We have an army, Logan, real armed gunmen prepare to shoot anyone."

"No, 'they' are different from those little pricks" Logan cried; mumbled while failing to describe who 'they' meant. "'They' are at another level!"

"Bitch, please, anime weebs ain't gung-ho us." Jeff reminded Logan about the fact that most of their fan base comprises young teenagers. Albeit the majority, everyone knew these coins would never become legit monetary in the world. As for those who think so, well, that would be our target. "Remember, we gung-ho them!"

Logan shook his head multiple times; advised Jeff to pull the project out by next week. Otherwise, a bad omen would come, he said. Moreover, Logan realized a black van which had parked for some days outside of the mansion; feared that bad omen would come soon. Jeff ended the call abruptly, smiled while mumbling the talk of his 'sane' friend. The man filled the cup with water and as soon as he finished the cup, Jeff hit the sofa and slept like a baby.

"Dawg, shit gettin' spicy!" Lam uttered after witnessing the entire scene; looked to Dipsey and asked for guidance. "What do we do with the voice tapping?"

"Fam', we do the do-" Dipsy sent the final production file to a private channel. A moment later, messages exploded as popcorn was popping hot and was ready to serve. "Welcome to the new age, boys."

The boys hugged shoulders; smiled wholeheartedly to each other. As the east side mission succeeded without bloodshed, they decided to call a combo half-and-half pizzas for a celebration. As for the confident man of the group, he had to pay extra for losing the bet.