Aborigen

Adil only closed his textbook when Nawaz returned from the front window with a huge grin. “They’re gone, saw them turn the corner.”

“So we count to thirty, and if they don’t come back—”

“Just fire it up! C’mon, let’s go, you’re wasting time!” Nawaz punched his friend in the arm until he unfolded the laptop and logged in.

“You’re making it hard to type.” Trusting it did any good, Adil opened an incognito window in Chrome, directed to Yamli, and searched for CyberPeeks.