The Nerd Wrangler

The man definitely fit the profile. He was tall and lanky, his pasty white skin coated with a sickening sheen of uncleanliness. Hair unkempt, glasses slightly askew, buttoned-down shirt partially untucked. He looked the part, there was no doubt.

Jeremiah just needed to get a solid confirmation. He flagged the man down easily as he was strolling past the open-air cafe where Jeremiah was sitting. Jeremiah motioned to his laptop with frustration.

"S'cuse me," he said agitatedly. "I can't connect to my company VPN. You look like a smart fella. I don't suppose you could help me?"

"Sure," the stranger said kindly. He deftly and expertly tapped a couple of buttons on the keyboard and Jeremiah was connected instantly.

"Thank you!" Jeremiah said enthusiastically.

"It's my pleasure," the man said with a smile before walking away.

That was all the proof Jeremiah needed. The man was most definitely a _nerd_. Jeremiah cocked a pistol he held firmly under the table.

"Time to go huntin'," he said with a quiet scowl.