Number Two watched this scene from the screen in the control room. The spherical eye followed its endless path, ever watching and boon swung round, rising and falling as the operators tracked the desired targets. Number Six and Number Seven were trapped in the camera's eye. It provided him a high, wide angle of the scene on the beach. There was no audio. It frustrated Two, as he watched their silent exchange with a critical eye. He should have liked to hear what was said between the them. Some hint that things were moving in a desirable direction. As they parted company now, he had no way of knowing if a conspiracy were brewing.
The Supervisor was at his elbow like a bald parrot. He could feel the man's skepticism. This plan was unconventional and in that, lay its genius. Small minds, he was surrounded by them. It made what appeared for the moment, a set back, the harder to endure. Number Seven was too willing to remain where she was and Six too willing to allow it. He had anticipated suspicion of course, but the desire to escape her dire circumstance should have overridden them in Seven. And Six, had the man lost all sense of chivalry? He could have at least offered the poor child his coat. A small gesture to seal the bond. And yet he seemed content to leave her to her terrible fate.
"It seems your plan has failed." The Supervisor pointed out.
"You are too impatient. We must simply lay Number Six's suspicions to rest."
The Supervisor gave him a skeptical look. "And how is it you intend to do that?"
"By convincing him we don't want him anywhere near that girl," he smiled thinly. "Have Number Six brought to my office."
"Yes sir." The Supervisor moved to the phone.
On the screen Number Seven was running to catch up with Six.
"There now, you see." Two concealed his relief. "Number Six's charms have won her over."