“So, Brad… Do you like your job?” I ask, trying to get rid of some of the tension between us.
He shrugs. “It is okay. I really want to work patrol, but I am not old enough or good enough at fighting yet… so I am stuck in here. But it isn’t bad. The cameras do most of the work.”
“What do you mean?”
“Here, let me show you. When I stroll through the camera list here,” he pulls up a screen, “it will light red if there is movement.” I look at nod.
“So there where it says, ‘Cell 1’, it is red, so there is movement there.”
He clears his throat. “Ahem… uh, yea.”
“Can we see what is triggering it.”
“Best not…”
“Why?” I ask, getting suspicious.
