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Saturday, 6th August 2016 - Bugging a Secret Admirer

Saturday, 6th August 2016 - Bugging a Secret Admirer

Dear Diary

I met up with my friend today, the one who had been keeping close tabs on the person who had been watching me. We had quite a big day planned. The first thing we did was decide that we needed something to call him. Not something which makes it obvious that we are being watched, something discrete, which would not just come about in a normal conversation. We spent a few minutes choosing and rejecting names, but we eventually came up with 'My Secret Admirer'. It seemed ever so ironic, and it was the name which we stuck with.

My friend had been also been keeping some close tabs on My Secret Admirer, and had followed him home one day. I had told her about who I had bugged the house of Him, and we thought that the best way to learn more about my admirer was to bug his house as well.

We took Biscuit out with us as we walked to the admirer's house, a backpack filled with all sorts of listening devices. Most of the devices that I had used were mostly low tech, simply a listen and store device. The ones that my friend had prepared were much more complex. They turned off when there was no sound, they had bluetooth and the amount of storage that they could store was significantly higher.

My secret admirer's house was a little further away from my house than His house was, but the walk was still quite short. His house was single story, with what appeared to be three bedrooms. My friend gave me the details as she took the swung the bag off her shoulder.

She did not know which room was his, so she brought a device for each of the bedrooms, with one for the kitchen and living room as well. I was surprised with her level of preparedness, expecting her to only have a smaller amount.

She gave me two of the devices, and we both crawled under the house. It was extremely damp and dirty, but I was used to that, and we both came prepared, with a torch, pair of safety goggles each and some suitable clothing. It did not take long to find the optimal position to set up the devices, and I quickly got out from underneath the house.

I texted my friend, telling her that I was complete, and would meet her outside. She did not respond, but I did not expect her to.

A few moments later, I could see her body moving from under the house.

Suddenly, the front door of the house slam open. I knew that if I did not do something quickly, then my friend would be caught having crawled underneath the house. I quickly grabbed my phone out again, and shot her a text message as fast as I could. I felt relieved, knowing that she would be caught until I heard the ding of a message alert from her phone. The person who had just exited the door heard it as well, turning his head so fast. He did not appear to be my secret admirer. I wildly flailed my arms around, hoping that she would get the message and not come down.

She did, and quickly raced back under the house.

After a few moments, the male person who had almost caught her went back inside, obviously not completely certain that there was nobody around.

When she returned from under the house, we got out of there as fast as we could. We were planning on getting the recordings from His house as well, but he decided that we could get them tomorrow. We had had enough of crawling through people's houses for today, particularly with the close call that we just had. We would need to be more careful from now on.