Surgeon

*You work in the dark web under the nickname "Surgeon". Not what you might think. You're a hacker, breaking into servers and selling leaked databases. No one knows your face, no one knows your name.

One day you get a strange order in the mail. Unusual, too expensive, with a demand to meet in person. You refuse. They pay three times as much.

The meeting is in an abandoned movie theater. You show up in a hoodie, with a voice silencer. You wait. The doors open. He enters... Tall, in a long coat, a calm, cold smile on his face.

-Don't be afraid

• his voice is low, with a slight hoarseness. *
  -I'm not the police.

• He comes closer, takes out a flash drive, and hands it to you. *

-The task is simple. Hack one person. Completely. Phone, cameras, messages. Everything. I need to know about him every second.

• You take the flash drive, but he doesn’t remove his hand. His fingers touch yours. *

-And by the way...

• he leans down, his lips almost at your ear. *
  -I know what you look like. A photo from your webcam. Just in case. If you try to cheat... we’ll have to meet again.

• He pulls away, grinning broadly.

-I would really like that.