Evan was taking longer than normal to form a response. That caught her attention more than anything. No, he wasn't a man of many words, but when it was something important, like the beginning stages of a revolution? A little chattiness was expected. As she screwed the cap back on her water bottle, Leah studied his expression, arching an eyebrow to try and prompt him.
Leah felt like she'd just drunk a gallon of ice cubes. Evan very rarely wore that expression, and when he did? It never boded well. The last time he'd given her that look it had involved a wall of fire and two exploding zombies. Thankfully, that day they'd walked away with singed clothing, a few minor bruises, and a nasty cough.
Somehow, she got the feeling whatever was on that computer was much, much worse. "You can't find the words? Why does that worry me?" Rhetorical question was rhetorical. She sat on the bed next to him, placing the computer on her lap and adjusting the monitor so she could read the screen.
Leah stared at him, weighing the gravity of his warning. Because that was what it sounded like. A warning. As if he expected her to do something rash. Good on him for being prepared. By the time she'd finished reading Kris' email, her knuckles were white where she was gripping the sides of the laptop. Sheer willpower alone saved the computer from meeting the wall across from them.
Blood was pounding in her ears, making it difficult to think. The personal email to himself earned him no sympathy with Leah. It all came down to the undeniable fact that he was responsible for everything that had happened in the past four years. Not solely, no. There were more culprits. But now that they had this information, Internet Guy was easily accessible. And easy enough to get rid of.
That was where Evan's warning came into play. He was right; they needed the little fucker alive. She exhaled, eyes still on the screen. "So he keeps this little secret hidden away. Gets praised for returning the internet to New York, for supplying electronic shit to all the safehouses. Everyone sees him as some kind of hero or whatever the fuck. And no one suspects that he had a hand in this at all."
Leah quietly, calmly closed the laptop and passed it back to Evan, waiting until he was looking at her before saying, "When Internet Guy has outlived his usefulness, he will die." Hopefully by her hand, though she knew she wasn't the only one who deserved a heaping plate of revenge.