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'A floating invigilator?' the actual
invigilator said.
'I'm
between your room and the gym,' Regan said. 'In case anyone needs the toilet.'
She
could make proper eye contact with her mark now, thanks to the lifts in her
shoes. Then again she blinked more frequently, having switched from glasses to
contacts.
'I
see. This girl usually goes before she starts but, well, you never know.'
'You've
had her before?'
'And
her sister too.' the mark smiled. 'A few years ago.'
'Just
as well behaved?'
'I'd
say more so.'
Regan
stared at him, her mannerism running dangerously close to yesterday's. She
brightened up, much like her apricot blouse; emphasising her Newcastle
'You
mean float.'
'I'm
a spare part, not shit.' She tagged on a giggle at the end. 'What are you
like?'
The
student arrived a few minutes later and the invigilator got started straight
away. Regan stuck close outside the room, scrutinising the man through the
window in the door.
Middle-aged
and shabbily dressed so obviously not retired, just probably otherwise
unemployed. Tall, long-legged though not prone to keeping his trousers around
his waist so they trailed a bit, the hem catching the heels of his thick-soled
shoes. Favours the desk immediately beside the door - indicative of vigilance
and perhaps paranoia. Fills out sheets first then spends the rest of his time
adjusting his cuffs - obviously too tight - tucking his shirt into the back of
his trousers, slouching, sitting up and drinking from his own water bottle.
Occasionally
he stands up and gets very close to the student, accidental brushing of the
back of his hand against her shoulder. Feigned.
Regan
calculated only six ways of introducing poison into his system, most of which
were simple and required objects pre-emptively planted in the room. She needed
to get inside.
The
mark approached the window and winked at her. Whatever she felt was irrelevant
and she was surprised she had to keep reminding herself of that. This student
was really just another unfortunate stranger, loosely connected to a fond
memory. This closed room conundrum reminded her of her first job so she focused
on that. The girl's mother had been in the adjoining room, waiting.
Smiling
back and adjusting her brown wig, Regan headed towards the gym.
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