Amanda's eyes slowly drifted over the contents of the message,whilst doing her best not to show any emotion on her features. She was very well aware of the camera aimed at her face and the fact that she was in an empty warehouse. She was rather certain that the place was empty, but she knew just as well that the emptiness was just a farce. She was being watched, and the camera that was aimed at her most likely wasn't the only one installed to keep an eye on her. In fact, she felt the hairs on her back rise with the upcoming sense of paranoia in her skull.<br/><br/>Amanda tried to walk out of the office as calmly as she could, doing her best to supress the wariness in her mind, her inner need to figure out how she was being watched. Yet a voice inside her head told her that if she'd look too panicky, she'd just fuel the enjoyment of this so-called mister Black. Her footsteps echoed through the warehouse, every hollow step filling the silence inside the building, only to have its impact magnified even further within her skull. Jill was taken and she was being threatened. What the hell was she supposed to do?<br/><br/>Slowly, she made her way to her car. The door opened and it looked like nothing had changed. But with the set paranoia in her mind, she wasn't entirely convinced that anything was still the same. Not now, not anymore. A shiver ran down her spine and a sudden sense of fear gripped her heart. They had Jill, they were going to get her as well. God knew what else they already knew or what powers they had. One thing was more certain than ever now; there was a leak in the department, someone that gave Black access to files, phone numbers, locations and various other things. So the next question automatically came to mind: If he knew that much, why would she have to investigate things for him?<br/><br/>Her watch indicated that it was time to head home. The car got parked in the garage underneath the appartment complex and Amanda stepped into her small, but cosy flat. She dropped the keys on the small table in the hallway and went to hang up her leather jacket in the wallcloset. She was exhausted, intimidated, not feeling like herself. She made her way towards the shower to attempt to wash it al off her and find a way to clear her mind. Amanda dropped her clothes on the chair in the bathroom and stepped into the shower. She turned on the water and let it flow down her naked body. Suddenly, the thought hit her.<br/><br/>What if they had camera's installed here as well?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>