<strong>The Facility</strong><br/><br/>Many a 24/7 facility slowed from midnight to dawn. It was true of ‘The Facility‘. Her five working and living quarter levels and foliage rich estate wound to a crawl.  Even equipment knew better than to seek attention at midnight and prudently waited until the day shift, hours away.<br/><br/>The maintenance level now minus a buried treasure, an underfed overused slave in training and a criminally insane foreigner, churned away happily without the slightest notice by the four levels above.  But this was the third shift, the night shift where toilets did not clog and pipes did not leak.<br/><br/>The training levels were on dims. LED strips lined the corridors in strings of reflection. Signs neoned in soft blues and reds silently giving directions to those walking about in the dark. Directing Security mostly, and the odd trainer finishing up a shift and heading for the parking garage or living quarters.<br/><br/>There was soft disturbances, whispers or the occasional moaning in sleep from the cages. Moaning and the infestation of cricket chirping like the lightest tapping of pebbles on the cement floor or along the wall at one side of the cages.  Crickets chirping, communicating to each other beyond the understanding of the guards.<br/><br/>Occasionally, maintenance or IT went about modifying parts or sections of the training level during the third shift without interrupting the bustle of a training schedule filled with punishment and pleasure.<br/><br/>The Administration level.  Lights out.  Doors closed. Equipment softly humming. A server somewhere with cloud connectivity quietly updating a website, sniffing out personal information of those logged on to an eBay like web site containing descriptions of human servants for sale. All automatic. All under control of one man.<br/><br/>The one man who lived in the Executive Level.  The man at the very top of this small well organized food chain. The man who lay in his large bed with his scrumptious slut curled around him. All the while he stared at the ceiling unable to sleep.<br/><br/>No rest for the weary.<br/><br/>Finally, in an act of surrender Tsade opened his droid.  He had one click text messaging. He was very good at text lingo.<br/><br/>To Shift ldr Peny.<br/><br/>ldy Tsade needs a Security escort 7 am sharp 2day. Brng Throckbottle.<br/><br/>To Throckbottle.  Ull giv a 2R of d admin lvl. Security wl escort u. 7 am sharp 2day.<br/><br/>To Shift ldr Peny. Ny wrd on d missN 14<br/><br/>