Paul was sipping coffee self-consciously. He was ready to go, but he was waiting for Angela to finish her toast. Aunt Lizzie kept smiling at him and patting him on the leg, and he couldn't make out why.
"Anything fun on the itinerary for today?" asked Lizzie.
"Just the usual" said Paul.
"What's the usual?" asked Lizzie.
"Just hanging out" said Paul.
"I've never understood this idea of hanging out" said Felicity "What does it mean?"
"It just means, not doing much, talking and doing whatever you feel like" said Paul.
"Seems to me you need to be doing something a bit more definite, rather than just letting the day slip away unproductively" said Felicity.
"Oh I don't know" said Lizzie "It's different when you're young, time seems to stretch for ever and there's fun and excitement in just doing nothing, in just feeling alive."
"Well I just hope you're not up to anything" said Felicity.
"We're not" said Paul.
Lizzie smiled at him again and patted his leg. He got the distinct impression that she didn't believe him. Angela finally finished her toast.
"Come on then, let's go" said Paul standing up.
Angela got up too.
"Wait!" said Felicity. She opened her handbag, took out her purse and extracted a ten pound note from it. She handed it to Paul.
"Thanks, mum" he said surprised at this unexpected gift.
"Haircut" she said "I want you to get a haircut today. You're not going to school like that."
"Mum!" complained Paul.
"Do as you're told!" said Felicity.
"I quite like his hair long" said Lizzie.
"He's a boy not a girl" said Felicity.
"How would you know?" asked Lizzie, giving Paul another cryptic smile.
Paul blushed and turned for the door.
"Will the camera be able to set off any sort of alarm?" asked Jasmin.
"No, it won't know any different" said Damien.
They sat out on their balcony again, watching the world go by and resisting the temptation to have a cigarette.
"Not even after?" asked Jasmin.
"Not even after. Look, all we'll be doing is jamming the signal. The camera will work perfectly normally, it'll broadcast its signal, but we'll jam the signal between the camera and whatever it is that picks the signal up, as far as the camera's concerned everything's working normally."
"Okay" said Jasmin.
"We just need to know the frequencies" said Damien.
"How do we find that out?" asked Jasmin.
"It's probably printed on the camera" said Damien.
"And you're sure we can make this work?" asked Jasmin sceptically.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Changes last made on: Monday, July 11, 2018