Bodger strolled in and asked us to take a look at the CCTV in the office. We did, and found we were looking into Ms Bland’s study. He then called up a page within the school system on my computer, and we saw a picture of all of us in the office busily working away. “That is what she sees,” said Bodger. “I’ve cut in bits and pieces of the office from the past few weeks and made them into an ever changing movie – not just for this room but for quite a few others. We watch them, they don’t watch us.”
We watched Ms Bland’s room, the head’s study, the deputy head’s room – but after a few minutes it got a bit boring. Nothing was happening.
Havoc Blythe joined us. “Now,” he said, “we need to know what our lords and masters are up to.”
“They’re running the school,” said Ms Marchmount.
“But to what end? What are they trying to do? Why all the control? Why watch us? And where did the art come from?”
“Paranoia?” I asked. “Desire for power, need to be in control?”
“I think that’s a cover,” said Havoc Blythe.
“Do you have an idea?” I asked him, but it was Bodger who answered.
“An idea, yes, but…”
“Go on, do tell,” I said.
“I think that this has got nothing to do with the school as such. We’re just a place, where something is happening. It happens to be a school – but it could have been a factory, or a church, a charity, or a call centre. They just needed a place.
“But what is happening?” Janice asked. “What are they doing?”
“That of course is the question,” said Havoc Blythe.