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    “Should we go and check it out?”
    “The odds of someone breaking in on your very first night -”
    “Rewind it and you'll see.”
    He sighed again. “I can't rewind anything,” he told her. “The cameras aren't recording, they're just for our benefit, so we can see what's going on out there, in real time. No-one's willing to pay to let the damn things record all that footage, we have to press a button if we want to get it on tape. And yes, we still use tape, that's how wonderfully advanced the technology is around here.” Pausing, he watched her for a moment. “Alright, then,” he said finally. “You think you saw something? Go take a look.” Reaching into his desk drawer, he pulled out a flashlight and rolled it toward her. “I think we'll hold back on the taser for now, you need more training on that, but go see what you can find. That monitor you pointed at is on the third floor.”
    “Aren't you coming with me?”
    “Standard procedure is for one security operative to man the desk while the other goes to check out initial reports of a possible breach,” he replied, clearly quoting one of the training manuals word-for-word. “You've got a radio with you. If you need back-up, you can call in for it.” He paused again. “It'll be good for you. Go out there and get a feel for the place, and don't worry if you feel a little spooked on your first night, that's only natural. I've got to admit, even I sometimes find it a bit weird here. There's just something not right about a shopping center with all its lights off. If you ask me, it's a tragedy what they've done with this place. It's like walking around inside a dead whale.”
    Picking up the flashlight, she turned to look back at the monitor. “I know I saw something,” she muttered. “I didn't imagine it.”

Chapter Four
     
    1941
     
    “What happened to her?” a voice shouted nearby, as several brights lights flooded into Wendy's field of vision. “Was she in one of the houses?”
    “She was in the street,” another voice replied. Male this time, with a hint of authority. “Her name's Wendy, she's nine years old. Apparently she got too close to the crashed plane. Looks like she only suffered superficial burns to the face, neck and hands, but we still need to take care.” A pause, before the figure leaned closer, still too blurry for her to make out. “Wendy, can you hear me? Wendy, my name is Doctor Aldringham and I'm going to take care of you. You're going to be absolutely fine, do you understand? You just need to be a brave little girl for me.”
    Staring up at him, Wendy squinted as she tried to get the man's face in focus, but the light behind him was too bright.
    “That seems like some kind of response,” the doctor continued. “Get something on these wounds and make sure she's monitored carefully. The only real danger here is infection. I need to get to the people from the houses, some of them are injured far more seriously. I don't think too many of them are going to make it.”
    “The pilot,” Wendy whispered, as she felt a throbbing pain running across her face.
    “What was that, dear?” a female voice asked.
    “The pilot,” she whispered again. “What happened to the pilot?”
    “Never you mind about that now,” the female voice continued. “We're going to give you something for the pain, and it'll maybe knock you out a little too.” There was a pause, and Wendy heard the woman doing something on a table nearby. “Silly girl,” the woman added after a moment. “Whatever were you doing out so late? Your mother's going to be very cross when she finds out.”
    Closing her eyes, Wendy tried to focus on her own thoughts, even as she felt them drifting away. A moment later, a sharp pinprick of pain hit her right arm and she realized she was being injected with something. She tried to open her eyes, but although she could see light filling her eyelids with a red haze, she didn't have the strength to do anything except