Danny stood up. “And Leo?”

Danny hesitated. Then nodded. “One.”

Danny unplugged the PC. “We’re done. Uninstall.”

Leo couldn’t lead a target. He couldn’t gauge bullet drop. He’d panic and empty a Thompson magazine into a brick wall while an enemy tea-bagged his corpse. The clan Danny ran with, [Vanguard], was ranked top 50 in the world. Leo wanted in, but his kill-death ratio hovered around 0.2.

Leo took the mouse. His first encounter was a bot on the map Carentan . He peeked a corner, right-clicked, and the gun moved—not violently, but inevitably —onto the enemy. One shot. Headshot. Leo’s eyes went wide, reflecting the muzzle flash.

“You’re buying me a new keyboard with your birthday money. The old one has Cheeto dust in it.”