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I muttered under my breath. I pointed toward a window two floors up, its glass barely catching the light. “I’ve activated it to unlock for fifteen seconds. That’s our entry point.” “Ten seconds is our margin? Won’t that bring suspicion?” Then I brought up the interface on my phone. “I’m disabling three cameras. Different wings of the estate. If security realizes something’s wrong, they won’t know where exactly we are. they’ll be chasing ghosts.” “Ten seconds after the cameras go dark,” I confirmed. “Ready?”

Finally, I found it. I opened the recordings and searched for the day I came here. There were many cameras. At least five. I pulled out my memory chip and inserted it into the device. Then I started copying the recordings from the living room and kitchen. Minutes passed. Cold sweat slid down my forehead. Three minutes later, it was done. I exhaled in relief, removed the chip, and slipped it into my pocket. Then I deleted the recent footage. Everything since Martin left. I disabled the cameras for twenty seconds.

(Nick) I stared at the blinking camera in Alexander’s hand, rage building inside me. Someone had violated our home, our privacy, our sense of security. Again. “Destroy it,” I ordered. “Wait,” the technician cautioned. “If we disable it, they’ll know we found it. We could use this to feed them false information.” “I don’t care about playing games,” I snapped. “I want every trace of these people out of my home. Now.” Alexander placed the camera on the dresser, lens facing the wall. “Nick’s right. Clean sweep first, strategy later.”

The device blinked, then synced instantly. Next on, I moved to the corner of the room where the stone wall met the ceiling. From there, I plucked out a camera I had placed strategically when I walked into the room at first. It was tiny, almost invisible, it's lens still warm from hours of recording. I chuckled again, turning back slowly. I cradled the device that made all the difference in my palm like a jewel. The database of the camera was somehow linked to the flashdrive, as well as several other flash drives back in the Luna's chamber.

She stood as they approached. “You came?” Clara asked, eyes scanning behind them. “Yes,” Serena said. They sat on a wooden bench beneath a tree. Clara’s fingers were twitching. “I know what I saw,” she said. “And I know what they did.” “We believe you,” Rose said gently. “But we need details.” Clara exhaled shakily. “They asked me to delete everything I recorded or saw. I told them I did after I had uploaded it to my icloud.” she said, sobbing. “But I guess they just wanted every trace of me gone.”

* I slowly pushed the door to my office open and walked in, I slowly walked to my table, dropped my bags on it and took my seat heavily, I took out my phone from my bag and dialed Jerry immediately. “You told me you took care of the camera, how come my colleague found a footage” I mumbled immediately he picked up his call. “I made sure I deleted from that evening, I …” “You know what, erase all the footages from that day and makesure it’s irretrievable!” I said cutting him off, “Sure thing ma, but there’s something you need to know,” he said, I sat up in my chair immediately as I pressed the phone tightly on my ear,

Ignoring the ache, I moved closer to Anderson and took his camera from him. “How do you even work this thing?” I asked looking for a button that showed me how to delete a video. Anderson tuts and snatched it back from me. “You have to delete that video, Anderson. I can’t have something that humiliating lying around. If it gets out…” “Oh, stop your whining. I’ll delete it. See you after Calculus.” He didn’t bother to ask me if I’ll be joining him. Well, I guess years of friendship with me has taught him that I’d rather spend that time in the Clay Room. Although now, that option was unavailable.