Family of Secrets - Part 2
- First things first, Lester is 46 years old in my story... I had to change it for the whole thing to work so... :) Hope you all enjoy this part...
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The lesson was running half an hour late, no one had showed up to take over for their absent History teacher. Almost everyone sat on their desks, their backs to the door and their feet on their chairs. Others sat copying their friend’s work for another lesson.
Amy had deliberately left her History homework undone, every question lay unanswered on her sheet, just so that she could show the class that she could be disorganised, too. There was something inside her that wanted to grab a pen and fill them in as she sat, silently, watching Samantha, the girl beside her, finish hers quickly.
When the classroom door opened almost everyone jumped into their seats while others snatched their work off of the desk and shoved them in their bags. The deputy headmaster introduced the class to the new substitute that would be staying with them for the duration of Mrs. Lewington’s illness, however long it may be.
Amy recognised the woman’s face and as she spoke she’d heard her voice somewhere, too.
“They have homework sheets that need to be given in as well, Ms Page. Every single one of them.” Mrs Billiard left with a quick wave.
“Right, well… We’ve got ten minutes left of this lesson so I’ll go round and collect your homework now and I’ll try and learn your names at the same time.” Ms Page let out a spluttering laugh, glancing quickly towards Amy.
Three hadn’t completed the homework and one had conveniently forgotten it at home. Mrs Page reached Amy, right in the middle of the class and stretched her hand out.
“Amy Lester.” Amy mumbled as she handed their new teacher her empty sheet.
“This is empty Amy. You haven’t filled any of it.”
Amy almost laughed as she heard someone mocking a gasp.
“Yeah, I was busy, sorry…”
“Busy? Doing what?”
“Nothing.” Amy almost apologised after mumbling the word.
A card was clipped to the teacher’s trousers, some sort of ID card. It read, Sarah Page ARC personnel. That’s where she’d seen her, the ARC, an employee of her father’s. She swallowed her apology and just scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief towards her dad.
The bell went, the students glancing towards their new teacher for the permission to leave. She waved the off, still staring down towards Amy, disappointed reflected in her eyes rather than anger.
“Can I go, too?” Amy asked as Samantha pushed her chair under the desk and left her.
“You need to finish the questions, first.”
“What about the others?!”
“Well, they’ve gone…” Sarah shrugged, her brown hair bobbing along with her shoulders. “It’s not hard, it’s just seven questions.”
“I didn’t say it was hard, I said it was unfair.”
“Now, come on, Amy, you’re better than them…” Sarah had reached the desk, setting the pile of paper onto the wood before sitting down on the chair. “Just finish the questions and go.”
“One, Henry the Fifth. Two, the Holocaust. Three, the Beatles. Four, Owain Glyndwr. Five, in my opinion the Second World War had more effect upon the world than the First, even though Influenza struck during the first and there was a major resec -”
“Okay, enough, Amy, enough… I wanted you to write it down not give me a lecture.”
Amy got to her feet, snatching her bag from the back of her chair before heading for the door. She stopped at Sarah’s desk, sighing. “I’m seventeen years old, Sarah, I don’t need a babysitter… So, you can go back to the ARC and do whatever it is you do, and tell my dad that he doesn’t have to spy on me ’cause I’m old enough to look. After. Myself.” Amy turned to leave.
“It wasn’t your dad that supposed we do this, actually.”
The next class started coming into the room, the students glancing towards their new teacher and whispering to their friends. Amy kept her stern eyes on Sarah as she smiled towards a few students, waving them towards their seat.
“Who was it then, the genius behind this master plan?”
“Connor.” Sarah sat back in her chair; as if happy that Amy was silent for once, staring towards her with wide eyes. “He thinks you’re being bullied, and your dad doesn’t want you to miss out on anymore lessons so he went along with the plan.”
“Connor?”
“Yep. So, for once, give your dad a break, eh? He’s just trying to look out for you.”
Amy walked out of the door in silence, something tugging at her stomach at the thought of Connor looking out for her. Daniel, her brother, was doing nothing, knew nothing. He wore a suit like their dad and went to work, and when they both came home they’d talk business, excluding Amy.
Connor was being more of a brother to her than Daniel ever had been.
*
Connor sat by one of the high tables in the operations room in the ARC mouthing words to Abby who was sat on the opposite side of the room. Abby winced, shrugging her shoulders, trying to make out what silent words escaped his lips. Connor glanced around him once again, making sure no one was watching, before pointing towards his eye, his chest and then the air between himself and Abby.
Abby let out a laugh. They’d spent the last ten minutes mouthing different words, sentences and statements to each other and that one being the first she’d actually understood. She glanced towards Lester’s office as she heard the door click close. Abby indicated their boss with a quick nod of the head and Connor soon returned his attention to the laptop in front of him, typing up a report.
“Good work, Temple…” Lester said as he passed, keeping his eyes on the shiny tips of his shoes.
Connor’s eyes shot from the laptop towards Abby after their boss had left the room, his eyes wide and his mouth almost gaping as she mirrored his shock.
“What the hell…?”
“Was that a compliment?” Abby let out a small scoff, flicking her blonde fringe from her face. “You need to put this down on a calendar, special occasion, Sir James Lester said something nice…”
“I think I might actually faint.”
The two were still laughing as Lester re-entered, a cup of coffee in his hand. Usually he’d pester them, ask them why they weren’t working, telling them to grow up, but not a single word escaped the man’s lips as he walked by.
“Maybe we should take advantage of his good mood and ask for a holiday.” Abby said later as they both waited for the kettle to boil. They’d gone to see Danny who seemed to be having constant text message alerts from Sarah at the school, saying how much she enjoyed teaching some classes, and they were yet to get some sort of report on Amy, the reason she was at the school in the first place. Now they sat on the kitchen worktop, talking over the hissing of the kettle.
“What, you expecting him to pay for it too?”
“No, but we could take a week off, go somewhere…” Abby glanced at him through her sweeping fringe, the eyes he couldn’t resist or disagree with.
“Hmm, depends where.”
“Timbuktu, anywhere but here,”
“Timbuktu? So romantic…” Connor joked, jumping off of the worktop as the kettle clicked to a finish.
“So you like romantic now?”
Danny walked into the room and they both instantly stopped talking, Connor’s smile fading almost immediately. “Make me a cuppa, yeah?” He sat on a beanbag, grabbing a random magazine from the rack and flicked through it.
“Any news on Sarah?” Abby asked, sitting down with her own cup of tea and leaving Connor to handle with Danny’s.
“Well, she’s got another history lesson with Amy coming up and then she’ll be back here before four, apparently.”
*
Amy flicked her mobile open from under the desk and watched the screen as numbers flashed across it, trying to detect the nearest computer. Almost everyone was watching, those she’d told anyway, as she started typing commands onto her phone.
Sarah was too busy marking their homework to notice that almost the whole room was silent, watching the large screen behind the desk start opening and closing documents without the assistant of a mouse. It was easy hacking into a computer, just like hacking into a mobile with Bluetooth, only there was need of a password. But Sarah, being a new teacher, hadn’t been supplied with password yet and so her files were free for anyone to hack.
A memory stick was stuck in the USB slot, its files also free for her to explore. Another set of commands into her phone and she’d opened up a file called Reports which contained documents titled with dates.
The class lost interest of the files, one of her bullies leaning over from the table beside her and telling her to delete some of the folders, make the hacking worthwhile. Make it obvious.
So, she did, but not without copying some of them onto the SD card of her phone, just in case. It was through 68% of the copy when Sarah glanced from the papers, smiling at her students before grabbing for another sheet of work.
Then she was onto deleting them.
Are you sure you want to remove the folder ‘Reports,” and move all its contents to the recycling bin?
It was an easy command to make in order to change the choice into one that made some of the class gasp, Are you sure you want to permanently delete the folder Reports and its contents? This choice is irreversible.
Yes.
*
“Can you fix it?” Sarah was leaning over the computer, her hair seeping over Connor’s shoulders as he inspected Sarah’s memory stick on his laptop. He’d gathered some sort of a crowd, no one too keen in doing work as Lester was taking it easy on almost everyone.
“I’m not sure… It’s all been deleted. Half your files, the report…” Connor glanced towards Sarah, almost angry. “And you have no idea what caused this? You had no virus report, no… nothing?”
“No… I didn’t get anything. I’d been writing up the report dinner time and then by the final lesson it was all gone…”
“Lesson?” Connor’s hands seemed to ghost over the keyboard like a pianist over the keys of a piano, elegantly. “Any of them clever enough to hack, you think?” The screen went black and soon filled with green system writing. “Right, when you hack into a computer you sorta need a password, obviously, or if you’re really clever - which I doubt - you can just sorta climb over the firewall.”
“Okay…”
“So, talking from experience, I’d say this is a juvenile hacker who wants some sort of legal high and happened to remember you were without a password. Easy…”
LG: Password: N/A Username: SPage.
“Actually, they might be kinda clever, they hacked from an LG phone… They’re crap.”
“Does it matter what phone they used, Connor?”
“Not, really, I suppose. But, the memory accessibility of those phones is impossible to keep some sort of hacking device or system, so they’ve been using Bluetooth, and that’s a hell of a lot smarter. You’re looking for and A-star student in IT.”
“It’s good to know I’ve got academic hackers, then, isn’t it?”
“It’s always good. They end up working for the Government, I mean, look at me.” Connor laughed, snatching the memory stick from the computer and passing it to Sarah.
“You used to hack your teachers computers?”
“No, but you gotta start somewhere, right?” Connor got to his feet, shutting down the laptop with one hand. “You’re lucky, I think they might’ve just deleted it, so… You’ve just got to go explain yourself to Lester…” Connor smiled. “I’ma go home, but we’ll come in tomorrow with you, some sort of Government inspect, we’ll check out all their phones… or you could just say someone’s stolen something and that you have to search their bags, I dunno…”
“I’ll have a word with Lester, then.”
*
“What do you study?”
“Psychology.”
“Oh, interesting.”
It was James-something, one of the most arrogant people that hung around their campus. He lived in suites, and his fingers kept fiddling with his tie, pushing it further up his perfect, ironed shirt. His hair was different to everyone else’s. It was combed to the side, one side longer than the other and sweeping over his ear. Pretty much everyone were copying the styles of their favourite bands, some with long curly hair like the sort of AC/DC and others, some girls, with their hair cut identical to Annie Lennox.
But this man, James-something, must’ve been inspired by the University Challenge contestants, but he was still stuck in the 1960s.
“So, do you know what I’m thinking now?” The man held a bottle in his hand, something foreign she couldn’t quite understand but she guessed he hadn’t bought it from the student bar.
“I said I study psychology, I didn’t say I was psychic.”
“Fair point. Shall I tell you anyway?”
“Go ahead, don’t guarantee I’m listening, though.” Her eyes were shooting about the room, her hand rubbing against her skirt. He had a thing about him, something she couldn’t quite explain. He was obviously from an upper class family, and his accent tugged at some sort of attraction within her. He was a year older than her, that she knew, and even though he was an arrogant prick, to say it nicely, but she couldn’t help this attraction towards him.
“I think you look nice in your skirt.”
“Frock.”
“Yes, frock, it looks very nice. But there’s a girl over there,” he pointed towards the bar, “that’s wearing exactly the same one and I’m sure she’s feeling some sort of competition. So, I told her I would gladly escort you out of the building…”
“Where would we go then…?”
“Well, I have an apartment, and am looking for a roommate, preferably, a bedroom-mate.”
“You have the nicest chat-up lines.” Frances commented sarcastically, but smiled at him.
“I’ve been doing my research…” He said, offering her his hand. “Watching a few of the James Bond films on VHS.” Frances took his hand but shot him a weird look at the acronym. “They’re videos.”
“Oh, yeah, right.”
“We could watch one, if you want, so that you knew for future-references what they are. You’d save yourself a lot of embarrassment.”
She’d discovered his name was James Lester, and that he was from London, studying Law and something else. He was from a line of very important people and had even called himself VIP. She’d also discovered that he had a knack for ignoring people after he got what he wanted, and she didn’t see him for a while after that night.
But then, she’d also discovered she was pregnant, and it was all down to his attractive accent.
*
“Sir! I really don’t know what’s going on!” Connor shouted as Sarah pushed a chair beside him and sat on it, both of them looking up towards the Anomaly Detector. “It’s just gone all… funny…”
“No, if it was funny, Temple, I’d be laughing, and I’m not, so it’s not.” Connor wanted to tell the man that he never laughed, so this situation wouldn’t be any different, but he kept quiet and typed some commands into the computer, hoping to stop whatever it was spreading through the system.
“Did you find out who hacked your computer?” Connor asked Sarah, not taking his eyes off of the screen for a moment.
“Yes. It was a bit obvious really.”
“Who?”
“Amy.” Sarah whispered. “And she hadn’t just deleted the documents, Connor, she’d copied them to her phone.”
“Wha…? Had she read them?”
“She said she didn’t, so we decided to take her word for it and told her that her father would hear of her behaviour.”
“Have you told him?”
“No…! Danny can, I’m not getting involved, anymore. I’m going to resign from the school, say I have a family emergency. Museums, I can handle, locked in a classroom with thirty-odd kids I can’t…”
Connor glanced towards Sarah, actually scared of what Amy might’ve found out if she’d read the reports. What she’d seen if she’d scrolled through the pages. There were photos of the creatures they hunted, of unfortunate witnesses who’d ended up dead.
But they had more important things to sort out, they had a new hacker to deal with.
*
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The lesson was running half an hour late, no one had showed up to take over for their absent History teacher. Almost everyone sat on their desks, their backs to the door and their feet on their chairs. Others sat copying their friend’s work for another lesson.
Amy had deliberately left her History homework undone, every question lay unanswered on her sheet, just so that she could show the class that she could be disorganised, too. There was something inside her that wanted to grab a pen and fill them in as she sat, silently, watching Samantha, the girl beside her, finish hers quickly.
When the classroom door opened almost everyone jumped into their seats while others snatched their work off of the desk and shoved them in their bags. The deputy headmaster introduced the class to the new substitute that would be staying with them for the duration of Mrs. Lewington’s illness, however long it may be.
Amy recognised the woman’s face and as she spoke she’d heard her voice somewhere, too.
“They have homework sheets that need to be given in as well, Ms Page. Every single one of them.” Mrs Billiard left with a quick wave.
“Right, well… We’ve got ten minutes left of this lesson so I’ll go round and collect your homework now and I’ll try and learn your names at the same time.” Ms Page let out a spluttering laugh, glancing quickly towards Amy.
Three hadn’t completed the homework and one had conveniently forgotten it at home. Mrs Page reached Amy, right in the middle of the class and stretched her hand out.
“Amy Lester.” Amy mumbled as she handed their new teacher her empty sheet.
“This is empty Amy. You haven’t filled any of it.”
Amy almost laughed as she heard someone mocking a gasp.
“Yeah, I was busy, sorry…”
“Busy? Doing what?”
“Nothing.” Amy almost apologised after mumbling the word.
A card was clipped to the teacher’s trousers, some sort of ID card. It read, Sarah Page ARC personnel. That’s where she’d seen her, the ARC, an employee of her father’s. She swallowed her apology and just scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief towards her dad.
The bell went, the students glancing towards their new teacher for the permission to leave. She waved the off, still staring down towards Amy, disappointed reflected in her eyes rather than anger.
“Can I go, too?” Amy asked as Samantha pushed her chair under the desk and left her.
“You need to finish the questions, first.”
“What about the others?!”
“Well, they’ve gone…” Sarah shrugged, her brown hair bobbing along with her shoulders. “It’s not hard, it’s just seven questions.”
“I didn’t say it was hard, I said it was unfair.”
“Now, come on, Amy, you’re better than them…” Sarah had reached the desk, setting the pile of paper onto the wood before sitting down on the chair. “Just finish the questions and go.”
“One, Henry the Fifth. Two, the Holocaust. Three, the Beatles. Four, Owain Glyndwr. Five, in my opinion the Second World War had more effect upon the world than the First, even though Influenza struck during the first and there was a major resec -”
“Okay, enough, Amy, enough… I wanted you to write it down not give me a lecture.”
Amy got to her feet, snatching her bag from the back of her chair before heading for the door. She stopped at Sarah’s desk, sighing. “I’m seventeen years old, Sarah, I don’t need a babysitter… So, you can go back to the ARC and do whatever it is you do, and tell my dad that he doesn’t have to spy on me ’cause I’m old enough to look. After. Myself.” Amy turned to leave.
“It wasn’t your dad that supposed we do this, actually.”
The next class started coming into the room, the students glancing towards their new teacher and whispering to their friends. Amy kept her stern eyes on Sarah as she smiled towards a few students, waving them towards their seat.
“Who was it then, the genius behind this master plan?”
“Connor.” Sarah sat back in her chair; as if happy that Amy was silent for once, staring towards her with wide eyes. “He thinks you’re being bullied, and your dad doesn’t want you to miss out on anymore lessons so he went along with the plan.”
“Connor?”
“Yep. So, for once, give your dad a break, eh? He’s just trying to look out for you.”
Amy walked out of the door in silence, something tugging at her stomach at the thought of Connor looking out for her. Daniel, her brother, was doing nothing, knew nothing. He wore a suit like their dad and went to work, and when they both came home they’d talk business, excluding Amy.
Connor was being more of a brother to her than Daniel ever had been.
*
Connor sat by one of the high tables in the operations room in the ARC mouthing words to Abby who was sat on the opposite side of the room. Abby winced, shrugging her shoulders, trying to make out what silent words escaped his lips. Connor glanced around him once again, making sure no one was watching, before pointing towards his eye, his chest and then the air between himself and Abby.
Abby let out a laugh. They’d spent the last ten minutes mouthing different words, sentences and statements to each other and that one being the first she’d actually understood. She glanced towards Lester’s office as she heard the door click close. Abby indicated their boss with a quick nod of the head and Connor soon returned his attention to the laptop in front of him, typing up a report.
“Good work, Temple…” Lester said as he passed, keeping his eyes on the shiny tips of his shoes.
Connor’s eyes shot from the laptop towards Abby after their boss had left the room, his eyes wide and his mouth almost gaping as she mirrored his shock.
“What the hell…?”
“Was that a compliment?” Abby let out a small scoff, flicking her blonde fringe from her face. “You need to put this down on a calendar, special occasion, Sir James Lester said something nice…”
“I think I might actually faint.”
The two were still laughing as Lester re-entered, a cup of coffee in his hand. Usually he’d pester them, ask them why they weren’t working, telling them to grow up, but not a single word escaped the man’s lips as he walked by.
“Maybe we should take advantage of his good mood and ask for a holiday.” Abby said later as they both waited for the kettle to boil. They’d gone to see Danny who seemed to be having constant text message alerts from Sarah at the school, saying how much she enjoyed teaching some classes, and they were yet to get some sort of report on Amy, the reason she was at the school in the first place. Now they sat on the kitchen worktop, talking over the hissing of the kettle.
“What, you expecting him to pay for it too?”
“No, but we could take a week off, go somewhere…” Abby glanced at him through her sweeping fringe, the eyes he couldn’t resist or disagree with.
“Hmm, depends where.”
“Timbuktu, anywhere but here,”
“Timbuktu? So romantic…” Connor joked, jumping off of the worktop as the kettle clicked to a finish.
“So you like romantic now?”
Danny walked into the room and they both instantly stopped talking, Connor’s smile fading almost immediately. “Make me a cuppa, yeah?” He sat on a beanbag, grabbing a random magazine from the rack and flicked through it.
“Any news on Sarah?” Abby asked, sitting down with her own cup of tea and leaving Connor to handle with Danny’s.
“Well, she’s got another history lesson with Amy coming up and then she’ll be back here before four, apparently.”
*
Amy flicked her mobile open from under the desk and watched the screen as numbers flashed across it, trying to detect the nearest computer. Almost everyone was watching, those she’d told anyway, as she started typing commands onto her phone.
Sarah was too busy marking their homework to notice that almost the whole room was silent, watching the large screen behind the desk start opening and closing documents without the assistant of a mouse. It was easy hacking into a computer, just like hacking into a mobile with Bluetooth, only there was need of a password. But Sarah, being a new teacher, hadn’t been supplied with password yet and so her files were free for anyone to hack.
A memory stick was stuck in the USB slot, its files also free for her to explore. Another set of commands into her phone and she’d opened up a file called Reports which contained documents titled with dates.
The class lost interest of the files, one of her bullies leaning over from the table beside her and telling her to delete some of the folders, make the hacking worthwhile. Make it obvious.
So, she did, but not without copying some of them onto the SD card of her phone, just in case. It was through 68% of the copy when Sarah glanced from the papers, smiling at her students before grabbing for another sheet of work.
Then she was onto deleting them.
Are you sure you want to remove the folder ‘Reports,” and move all its contents to the recycling bin?
It was an easy command to make in order to change the choice into one that made some of the class gasp, Are you sure you want to permanently delete the folder Reports and its contents? This choice is irreversible.
Yes.
*
“Can you fix it?” Sarah was leaning over the computer, her hair seeping over Connor’s shoulders as he inspected Sarah’s memory stick on his laptop. He’d gathered some sort of a crowd, no one too keen in doing work as Lester was taking it easy on almost everyone.
“I’m not sure… It’s all been deleted. Half your files, the report…” Connor glanced towards Sarah, almost angry. “And you have no idea what caused this? You had no virus report, no… nothing?”
“No… I didn’t get anything. I’d been writing up the report dinner time and then by the final lesson it was all gone…”
“Lesson?” Connor’s hands seemed to ghost over the keyboard like a pianist over the keys of a piano, elegantly. “Any of them clever enough to hack, you think?” The screen went black and soon filled with green system writing. “Right, when you hack into a computer you sorta need a password, obviously, or if you’re really clever - which I doubt - you can just sorta climb over the firewall.”
“Okay…”
“So, talking from experience, I’d say this is a juvenile hacker who wants some sort of legal high and happened to remember you were without a password. Easy…”
LG: Password: N/A Username: SPage.
“Actually, they might be kinda clever, they hacked from an LG phone… They’re crap.”
“Does it matter what phone they used, Connor?”
“Not, really, I suppose. But, the memory accessibility of those phones is impossible to keep some sort of hacking device or system, so they’ve been using Bluetooth, and that’s a hell of a lot smarter. You’re looking for and A-star student in IT.”
“It’s good to know I’ve got academic hackers, then, isn’t it?”
“It’s always good. They end up working for the Government, I mean, look at me.” Connor laughed, snatching the memory stick from the computer and passing it to Sarah.
“You used to hack your teachers computers?”
“No, but you gotta start somewhere, right?” Connor got to his feet, shutting down the laptop with one hand. “You’re lucky, I think they might’ve just deleted it, so… You’ve just got to go explain yourself to Lester…” Connor smiled. “I’ma go home, but we’ll come in tomorrow with you, some sort of Government inspect, we’ll check out all their phones… or you could just say someone’s stolen something and that you have to search their bags, I dunno…”
“I’ll have a word with Lester, then.”
*
“What do you study?”
“Psychology.”
“Oh, interesting.”
It was James-something, one of the most arrogant people that hung around their campus. He lived in suites, and his fingers kept fiddling with his tie, pushing it further up his perfect, ironed shirt. His hair was different to everyone else’s. It was combed to the side, one side longer than the other and sweeping over his ear. Pretty much everyone were copying the styles of their favourite bands, some with long curly hair like the sort of AC/DC and others, some girls, with their hair cut identical to Annie Lennox.
But this man, James-something, must’ve been inspired by the University Challenge contestants, but he was still stuck in the 1960s.
“So, do you know what I’m thinking now?” The man held a bottle in his hand, something foreign she couldn’t quite understand but she guessed he hadn’t bought it from the student bar.
“I said I study psychology, I didn’t say I was psychic.”
“Fair point. Shall I tell you anyway?”
“Go ahead, don’t guarantee I’m listening, though.” Her eyes were shooting about the room, her hand rubbing against her skirt. He had a thing about him, something she couldn’t quite explain. He was obviously from an upper class family, and his accent tugged at some sort of attraction within her. He was a year older than her, that she knew, and even though he was an arrogant prick, to say it nicely, but she couldn’t help this attraction towards him.
“I think you look nice in your skirt.”
“Frock.”
“Yes, frock, it looks very nice. But there’s a girl over there,” he pointed towards the bar, “that’s wearing exactly the same one and I’m sure she’s feeling some sort of competition. So, I told her I would gladly escort you out of the building…”
“Where would we go then…?”
“Well, I have an apartment, and am looking for a roommate, preferably, a bedroom-mate.”
“You have the nicest chat-up lines.” Frances commented sarcastically, but smiled at him.
“I’ve been doing my research…” He said, offering her his hand. “Watching a few of the James Bond films on VHS.” Frances took his hand but shot him a weird look at the acronym. “They’re videos.”
“Oh, yeah, right.”
“We could watch one, if you want, so that you knew for future-references what they are. You’d save yourself a lot of embarrassment.”
She’d discovered his name was James Lester, and that he was from London, studying Law and something else. He was from a line of very important people and had even called himself VIP. She’d also discovered that he had a knack for ignoring people after he got what he wanted, and she didn’t see him for a while after that night.
But then, she’d also discovered she was pregnant, and it was all down to his attractive accent.
*
“Sir! I really don’t know what’s going on!” Connor shouted as Sarah pushed a chair beside him and sat on it, both of them looking up towards the Anomaly Detector. “It’s just gone all… funny…”
“No, if it was funny, Temple, I’d be laughing, and I’m not, so it’s not.” Connor wanted to tell the man that he never laughed, so this situation wouldn’t be any different, but he kept quiet and typed some commands into the computer, hoping to stop whatever it was spreading through the system.
“Did you find out who hacked your computer?” Connor asked Sarah, not taking his eyes off of the screen for a moment.
“Yes. It was a bit obvious really.”
“Who?”
“Amy.” Sarah whispered. “And she hadn’t just deleted the documents, Connor, she’d copied them to her phone.”
“Wha…? Had she read them?”
“She said she didn’t, so we decided to take her word for it and told her that her father would hear of her behaviour.”
“Have you told him?”
“No…! Danny can, I’m not getting involved, anymore. I’m going to resign from the school, say I have a family emergency. Museums, I can handle, locked in a classroom with thirty-odd kids I can’t…”
Connor glanced towards Sarah, actually scared of what Amy might’ve found out if she’d read the reports. What she’d seen if she’d scrolled through the pages. There were photos of the creatures they hunted, of unfortunate witnesses who’d ended up dead.
But they had more important things to sort out, they had a new hacker to deal with.
*