Xavier
I don't know jack about computers. This becomes increasingly obvious as Essais works on the Director's keyboard, muttering what sounds like a bunch of technological nonsense under his breath. His expression is calm and focused, but I can see his fingers shaking as he types, and he keeps glancing over at the Director's door to check that it's still closed. He must be terrified right now, which makes his concentration even more impressive. A white box pops up on the screen. "It's asking for a password," Essais says. "Should we try and guess it?" "Maybe it's 'Hecate'," I suggest. "Or 'I hate campers six-six-six'," says Landon. I shoot him a look. He shoots me one back. "Stop that," Essais says. His eyes are still fixed on the computer, but his mouth has twisted into a displ
