We Have Farm Servers?

Pat fell into his swivel chair while Mark leaned against the wall with his hands folded. Mark would have stayed on the bed, but there was too much trash on it and Mark didn't know when last Pat cleaned it, so he would rather not risk it.

Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack!

Pat typed away at his keyboard quickly and brought up the footage from yesterday around the time when Arit said the man came to the house. Pat had already hacked into the citywide CCTV network a long time ago, so he didn't need to do it again. He sped up the footage until he saw a delivery truck pulling up to an alleyway around Mark's house. A man came down from the delivery truck with a box in his hand and he entered the alleyway and began to walk towards Mark's house.