Feb 12, 2024
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
There were cameras all along the hallway to the security office. The back of Colin’s neck prickled as he walked toward it, his jaw set, his spine straight as a board with tension. He tried to ignore the little mechanical whirs he could hear as each camera lens zoomed to focus on him in their turn.
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Colin gets locked in the O.I.A.R offices at the end of his shift. This is perhaps not as dangerous as he initially suspects.
