Lucy sat down at her office, thoughtful. There was a computer, a projector, a coffee mug, and assorted stationary laid out neatly on her desk. She bypassed them all and inserted a small key into the bottom drawer. A pad opened inside the lock, and she rested her small thumbprint onto the screen. The draw clicked open.
The pulled it out, then deconstructed the mirrored sides. After this, she reached for the bottom, and pushed suddenly. The small panel fell down, and she removed it neatly, to reveal the contents below the fake bottom. A single com-piece rested on the metal floor. Lucy reached down and took it out.
The tiny device snugly inserted into a small port on the computer. A holographic display appeared.
"Send message," Lucy spoke clearly to the machine.
"Request contact?"
"High Lord Sheyn."
"Preparing message for "High Lord Sheyn". Select recording type."
"Spoken."
"Please begin when you are ready."
Lucy cleared her throat.
"Jag appears to have fully adopted the identity you gave him. As Nimio, he disguises himself very awkwardly, however my fellow employees still don't seem able to tell the difference. I gave him a trial run in the same box model that you used to mould Nimio, but it seems that Jag has been so far buried underneath that he has been completely forgotten or rationalised away. There is no way that the old Jag will come back now. Make sure that agent Hejenfrey knows he is able to move in as soon as possible. Sara out."
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Truth Stealers (Thief's Signal: Book 1)
Science FictionTrapped in a box with no way out, Jag doesn't remember how he got there, or why. But with time, as he slowly remembers snippets of who he is, he tries to piece together why he is there. But what is fact, and what is fiction? Is he dreaming, or is he...
