Nothing in this fictional universe belongs to me. Also my apologies if the dialogue, or anything for that matter, is confusing. Been a while since I've written anything. Cheers!
Monitors buzzed, and stimcaf was spilled; a normal day at the office. He leaned back in his chair, hands clasped behind his head, legs resting next to the camera controls, and keeping an alert watch on the suspect. His co-agent sat beside, busily tapping console controls. The first agent sighed and readjusted his cap with a quick flick of his finger.
The cubicle was walled and had a ceiling and was sparsely decorated, with just a small cabinet in the corner with a caf-maker set on top. A dim light illuminated the space. Doesn't help my eyesight much, the first agent thought, and grabbed his cup of caf.
"So, what we got on this chick?" he asked. A sip of his drink.
"Higher ups didn't say much, only that we're supposed to keep an eye on her. Strange activity… that kind of stuff," said the second agent.
"The Republic Treasury Audit Division, eh?" inquired the first agent. Another sip and then, "quite the scandal."
"There's nothing concrete on her, seems to be only suspicions."
"Well whatever the case, I get my pay."
The second agent shook her head and resumed her work. A few hours later she was nudged by the other agent. "She's clocking out, be ready to switch cameras."
She nodded in acknowledgment, letting her fingers hover over the console keys.
"Switch."
A tap of a key and the camera changed. "Usual route," spoke the first agent, watching the monitor intently.
"Switch."
The woman was looking behind her shoulder, walking briskly now, right hand in front right pocket. Searching for something.
"Switch."
The woman was out of sight. "Kriffing hell…" the first agent put his cup down, "any other cameras?"
"No," she answered, "just wait a minute. She'll pop back." The screen was devoid of movement. "I'm still not seeing anyth-" he stopped himself.
The woman came into their view again, and soon returned to and entered her apartment. The first agent sighed, rubbing his eyes. The door opened.
Replacements. About time.