Simon stared at the computer's screens, segmented into thirty-two tiles, each a recording from strategically placed CCTV cameras.

He was watching you move around the base. He’d watched you train, made notes of everyone you’d spoken to, and looked at what you picked from the cafeteria for lunch. He knew he was obsessed. He didn't care.

He was watching you. And you had no idea what a thrill it was to him.