Mike let the phone rang until the answering machine kicked in. If it was something important he could always take the phone and answer. The cavernous and imposing voice of Mr. Bad spoke through the machine and then Mike reached out to the phone until he realized that he was being left a message, so he heard it without looking away from the monitors.<br/><br/>Mr. Bad's orders went away with any doubts he had, now he knew that one or all of the girls should be snared slowly into the traps. He looked at the monitors again, making a mental plan. He took out his cell and started writing an SMS to Mr. Bad "I was already looking at it, sir. I'll do as you order". Not too much, and not a call. He didn't know where his boss was and therefore he didn't want to upset him with a call. He also didn't want to risk anybody near his boss reading anything. Always loyal, always thinking of the details.<br/><br/>He relaxed on his chair, musing for himself, wondering if he would be allowed to train one of them, or several. The young ones where always the most nice to work with, always believing to be so experienced until they realized how wrong they where. They also where the best ones... once trained, always trained.<br/><br/>The one with the book... his reluctance also pleased Mike. It was always nice to broke one like that, to broke such a proud person to the point of having her willingly kneel before him. Oh, the nice flavour of victory, the subtle aroma of willing submission...<br/><br/>And what about the other one? She had rejected him openly, he could smell it. But he also could smell the reason: fear. Some primal, instinctive fear. The most perceptive of all three? Maybe, but that fear gave Mike another edge to her.<br/><br/>He would love to feed her fear with real reasons to be afraid. And in the end, fear could be the only thing those girls will have.