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Whichever gang had the monopoly of the
electricity would pay a high price to get their hands on these.
    Frey picked her way through the room, opening every drawer to make sure she wasn’t missing anything of value. She
laughed out loud at the sight of a package of unopened biscuits. Using her
sleeve, she revealed some long forgotten cookie-brand. The next few rooms
proved to be pretty much useless, although she did find another package of
biscuits.
    Frey paused. Wonder what it was like when all this
stuff was working. If the coating of dirt and destruction was anything to
judge by things had been like this for a long time. Did the pill do this?
    She had seen it happen so many times, seen the crazed
look take over, twisting the features of those she had known to something she
certainly didn’t.  
    A small voice reminded her of the signs Jin had
started showing, but she was pushing the fear away. If he’s taking the pill
I have to find a way to stop him.
    Frey could feel the burning from tears, a warm hand
clenching the insides of her throat. She leaned over the desk, hands flat on
the surface while breathing even and slow, staring down at some scattered tacks
half buried in dust and filth. There was mold on the sides the wood had probably
once been a deep red, the carvings on the legs clear and unscratched.
    The dome flashed as it allowed another drop,
immediately followed by a second.
    It’s getting
worse…                                                  
    Frey wasn’t sure if she meant the addiction itself or
the distribution of the pill. Probably both…
    Something, a sort of tickling sensation at the back of
her neck made her look away from the fading sky towards the wall at her back.
She couldn’t have said why, but her eyes were drawn to the painting hanging
there.
    The sensation of being watched was still there.
    Frey moved towards the painting slowly, eyes traveling
to the small black dot acting as a nail. The sky behind her was fading fast but
there was enough to see the glimmer of a lens.
    It wasn’t just the fact that she had just found
another camera. What made her heart go cold was that it readjusted to her face
being so close.
    Frey backed away slowly, heart in her throat.
    “Frey! Jesus-Holy- Moley ,”
Tim yelled as he came bounding towards her.
    Frey loosened her grip on the pipe. “Damn, Tim!”
    “I asked around if anyone’d seen you an’ finally Axel said he saw you go in here. I found’nother camera-“
    “Quite,” she said, clamping her hand over his mouth,
ushering him back the way they’d come. It was time to leave this building.
    But her racing heart and speeding mind reminded her
there was probably nowhere to go to escape the sensation of being watched…
     
    “Tim, this is important, so you have to listen, like really listen,” Frey said, waiting for him to complete a wide-eyed nod. She sighed and
sat back against the Volvo’s drivers seat, looking at the seven year old that
had followed her around like a pup ever since she had saved him from the east
gangs clutches.
    I should have been more carful when telling Father
Patrick about the cameras…
    Frey swallowed hard, trying to suppress the panic that
someone might have seen or heard them. And was anyone listening now? Was this
what made people disappear? By being caught doing something they shouldn’t? “Tim,
you need to stop looking for cameras,” she said, voice low as she leaned in
towards him, forcing him to meet her eyes. “You know the once we’ve found so
far?” He nodded. “I think there’s someone at the other end, watching us. I
don’t think they’re turned off at all.” Now Tim looked truly frightened and
Frey almost felt sorry enough to stop. “So don’t say anything out loud about
these things either, you understand?”
    “But you’re sayin ’ things
out loud now!” Tim said.
    Frey stroke his dirty hair.
“It’s okay this once, Tim. But I’m