A sudden appearance of two men of the same height, build, hair color, eye color, and faces. Potentially twins? They were suddenly in a space where previously no one had been - probably a glitch in the system.
"We don't have much time." One of them said to the other. He was fingering an hourglass, turning it over and over in his hand.
"I know. Our consciousnesses will merge so I will know everything you know," the other one said, appearing to be in a black robe. Odd.
Piers shook his head. These two had to be mad. But it was the night shift and Piers' other screens were clear. He might as well keep listening.
"No! You're going to miss the important piece. It all comes back to Hermione. You have to cultivate a relationship with her. She has the potential to be dangerous," The first man said. Huh, even their voices sounded the same.
"Hermione? Are we talking about the same girl who would complain about getting docked for going over the word limit in an essay? That Hermione Granger? We used to be close, but we haven't spoken in years," The second man said. Wait, he had slightly shorter hair - though they both had very messy hair.
"Yes, the same one who helped you brew Polyjuice potion as second years, the witch that is currently a prosecutor in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Don't underestimate her. You know why I came back when I did." They both looked into each other's eyes deeply.
Honestly, this was practically a soap opera for Piers for all that he usually saw during his shift. Even if he didn't understand half the words these two were exchanging. Giving a cursory glance to his other screens, there was no other movement. While he wanted to keep listening, it was literally his job to check the other audio feeds. However, if Piers moved faster than normal, that was no one's business but his own.
"So, what is the assignment this time?" The man with slightly shorter hair asked the other.
"You're not getting it! There isn't a new assignment. I was confronted by Hermione. She had gathered evidence against us. Ever since May, she has been suspicious. It's not enough to just throw her off the scent. You have to get her onside. You have to charm her."
"Hermione? She's the one who threw away our friendship. She never had faith in my ability."
"No! She was a teenager who was rejected and just hurting. You still have time now to win her over. The Hermione that confronted me had fallen too far down a rabbit hole. Now, we need to merge before I die."
Die? Just what freaky shite these men were into. Did Piers have to get involved? He really didn't want to have to get involved in anything like this. Though, he was curious who this Hermione could be. Maybe he should write this down? Taking a few minutes to check the other areas, Piers stepped away to grab some water, a pen and paper. With that, he tuned back into this crazy-haired men saga.
Unfortunately, Piers plugged back into the audio to watch as the men - who were clasping forearms - let go. One fell to the ground and didn't get up. What the fuck?
The man who was still standing pulled out a stick and waved it in the air. The other man's body disappeared. What the fuck?
On the screen, the man looked around and then he spotted the camera. It was as if he had zeroed in on Piers specifically. Piers couldn't keep himself from closing his eyes and shuttering. Those green eyes were unnerving. As Piers opened his eyes - which should only have been shut for a second, the screen was clear. There was no way the man could have escaped the camera's view that quickly. What the fuck?
"Must have been a glitch. Maybe I'm dreaming? I have been working quite a few night shifts lately." Piers muttered to himself. The hair on his arm raised. The air felt charged. What was that smell? Maybe chlorine? No, it must be ozone.
Before he could really digest what he'd seen, Piers took a sip of his water and spotted movement out of the corner of his eye. Putting the glass down, Piers turned towards it and found the man from the video was now in the security office.
"Hey! What are you doing here? How did you get here?" Piers demanded. He stood up and took a threatening step towards the man. The man simply waved the stick and said something incomprehensible to Piers.
Blinking, Piers was confused. Why was he standing up? Looking at the clock, he must have zoned out while working his shift again. Honestly, he'd been here for years and when nothing happened it was as if he just went through the motions. Of course, he's fully prepared to execute his training if needed, but it clearly wasn't necessary at the moment.
Piers returned to his station and settled in for the rest of the night.