Sam stood in front of the mirror, watching her reflection in turmoil. Youssef's words echoed in her mind, and the thought of being absolutely helpless, and unable to resist the situation made her blood boil.
This is not who you are.
She looked at her reflection angrily, and punched the mirror, shattering it, instantly. She looked at her fist, which had turned red because of the blow, and then looked up, to see a thin wire attached to the edges of the mirror, that did not need to be there. She held the wire and tugged at it, revealing a longer trail of the same wire, in the lining of the wall attached to the ground.
She followed the trail, slowly taking the wire off the wall, as it lead to all the areas in the room, hidden in plain sight. From behind the washbasin, to the bedroom, and ended at the nightstand beside the bed. She studied the entirety of the wire, to find tiny microphones attached throughout it.
Her eyebrows raised, as she realised that this was a recording device used to spy on them.
She disassembled the wires, and detached some of the microphones, which were the size of a bug.
She took a long breath, thinking of what to do, until her eyes landed on the radio transmitter kept on the table, that Youssef gave her.
She picked it up and sat on the floor, with the wires and the microphones. She opened up the radio, and held the microphones before her, until an idea finally occurred to her.
She turned around, to see Youssef's jacket lying on the table. Another radio transmitter hung at its pockets, the one Youssef used to communicate back to her, when he was outside.
Her head snapped towards the door, as Youssef's voice boomed through the corridor outside. She picked everything up and rushed to the bathroom.
Youssef stopped outside the door, taking his keys out of his pockets. Hurriedly, Sam opened the window of the bathroom, and threw the wires out.
He unlocked the door and entered the quarters , and looked around in confusion, wondering where Sam was.
"Sam?" he called out, as he swung open the cupboard and started to search for his jacket.
"Where's my jacket?" he asked, as he searched around the room.
On no response, he stopped outside the bathroom door and knocked.
"Sam?"
"Is my jacket in there?"
He twisted the knob, to find that it's locked.
He knocked at the door, again, starting to get suspicious.
"Sam, open the door."
The door swung open, and she stood there with his jacket in her hand.
"Yeah, it's in here." she said, quietly.
He took the jacket from her, looking at her in confusion.
His eyes averted to the shattered pieces of glass inside, and the broken mirror.
"What the hell happened in here?" he asked, wearing his jacket.
She walked out of the bathroom, glumly.
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Mystery / ThrillerACRO: Alpha Criminal Research Organisation. The largest anti-criminal covert network in the world. Sam Royce. The best agent of ACRO. Whenever you make a mess, you're supposed to make sure you clean up well, or the dirt will crawl its way back to...
