Gemotions

The fluorescent lights cast an unflattering glow on the drab office. Tom meticulously checked the security cameras, replaying footage multiple times. He felt a constant pressure, a need to be ready. He knew someone was after him.

He sensed someone watching him. He turned quickly.

"Tom, hey," It was Carol, her voice too soft.

"Hello." He kept his voice steady.

"I was reminiscing about Camp Clearwater. Do you remember?" The air seemed to thicken. His hand tightened into a fist. He had to stay sharp, always aware.