There was certain unrest that evening, hushed voices talking in secret tones which Mark could not help but hear. Somehow, every time someone opened their mouth, Mark half expected them to talk about the stolen samples.
It had been a few days since and he had no idea how to get these samples out too. His system had been far too quiet since then too which was a worrisome detail.
Of course, no one actually talked about it since no one actually knew that those samples existed. But the mere fact that Mark had made a successful weep of those samples meant his mind could now play on his paranoia.
This was not something he found to be particularly fun but as long as those samples were in his inventory, he could not escape the cycle either.
