“Guys, I’m almost in!” Thor’s beaming, typing faster than I can track.
I roll my chair next to his, as does everyone else.
Jax tells us, “There’s too much traffic here. Put your chairs back, and stand back a bit, if you all must hover.”
I stay put, as does Jax. Watching avidly, I see Thor finally break through. He whoops in victory.
“We’ve got eyes!” Thor exclaims, scrolling around the unfamiliar security. A few taps in, and he whoops again. “And ears, yes!”
We all zoom back to our own computers to follow along on the screen. I shove my Bluetooth earpieces in to hear what Thor is hearing.
The place is huge. There's a large plot of land that's fenced in all around, with animals visible—horses and chickens. The building looms; the entrance clear to our eyes. People mill about, talking and doing menial chores.
Men and women do mundane things like feed the animals, pick vegetables from a garden, and other chores.
Thor clicks some more, and we virtually head inside.
There’s camera coverage through a large hall, with a dining area inside. It reminds me a bit of The Retreat’s.
More cameras show us further inside.
We spot a long hall with doors, most of them standing open. I peer closer, seeing beds in some of the rooms. They must be dorms.
Even further we go, where a camera is showing a staircase leading down. I grasp the sides of my chair in anticipation.
As we all watch Thor transverse the stairway, I hear people come into the room behind us.
“Where is that?” Synn asks, going to stand behind Purge.
Purge quickly explains where in The Camp the voices are coming from, and Synn's eyes flash with a dangerous glint. Murmurs tell me some of the other guys are in here, but I don’t bother to look.
“If that is where I think it is, you better patch me the fuck in.” Pretty Girl raises her voice, stepping close to me. I startle; I didn’t see or hear her come in with the others.
Jax starts to speak, but she holds up her hand. “I’m the only one in this room who can identify voices—and you all know it.”
Jax huffs in annoyance. “She’s right. Harris, give her a set of ear buds, please.”
I reach into the drawer at my desk, handing her a pair.
Pretty Girl grabs someone’s chair, scooting next to me to watch and listen.
“I can’t see any farther, dammit,” Thor tells us, as the screen stalls at the bottom of the stairs.
“It must be high security. Quite likely where the students are brainwashed,” Purge says.
Pretty Girl makes a sound in her throat. “Motherfuckers. I won’t rest until they’re all taken out.”
As we continue to watch, three men cross into the camera, and we can hear what they're saying.
“I don’t want to go back. That place is evil,” one man says. He's got short black hair and is built like a gym rat.
The second man snorts. “You’re just a fucking pussy. I, for one, like my job.” This one is brunette and tall. Built, but not as much as the first guy.
The third man giggles, and dances in a circle. “We need to watch more fights, yes.” He’s a redhead, tall and willowy, with a fit-looking body.
“Fuck!” Pretty Girl cries, her eyes widening. She practically presses her face into the screen she gets so close to it. “I know those voices... it's the masks.”
Purge leaps up from his seat, death in his eyes.
