Something Caged
“We should probably be off to bed,” said Dev. They were in the library again where they had attempted to discern who exactly they were working for, unfortunately to no avail. There was a grandfather clock next to the door which read quarter to twelve. “Yeah, shouldn’t break any rules on our first night,” said Ian leading the way. Their rooms where the first three doors on the second floor’s eastern wing. They wished each other a good night and resigned to their captivity. Ian looked around his room. It was bare; only a double bed and a drawer filled it. He looked along the roof mouldings and spotted four cameras, each with a view of at least two of the others. “So much for no surveillance,” said Ian to himself. It was a good setup but it had its flaws, a...