They were tempting him to wander, to peek into other rooms, and give them a legitimate excuse to "neutralise" him for a security breach. He was certain the entire wing was under constant surveillance—if not by Earth-style cameras, then by a superhero with a sensory-type power who could feel every heartbeat in the hall.
"If you need anything, just come out and shout my name," Zig said, stepping back and closing the door behind Thomas. "I'm Zig, by the way. Don't get lost."
Click.
The door shut. Thomas stood alone in the centre of the room, his calm, "scaredy-cat" mask instantly dissolving into a look of sharp, calculated intensity.
"As if I'm crazy enough to break the rules and fall for a childish trap like that," he hissed under his breath.
