Chapter 8

John was being considerably less honorable than Theresa gave him credit for. He was a little suspicious of Cindy. He didn’t log onto the Internet. He fired up some circuitry that Theresa didn’t know about.

When John bought the silo he discovered that the government was far more paranoid than any individual. The entire silo was wired for both sound, and vision.

There were camera’s hidden in the walls, between pipes, under overhangs and anywhere else somebody could think of to put one.

The road into the silo had sensors buried in it almost all the way back the thirty miles to the main road and there were personnel sensors surrounding the silo for three miles in all directions.

John had reactivated some of the circuits before Theresa ever came along. He could tell if a car got within ten miles of the silo. He wasn’t paranoid enough to bother with the personnel sensors that were buried in a perimeter around the place. If anybody wanted to walk across the desert to sneak up on him, then let them.

John activated the internal surveillance cameras and scanned through the channels until he found the lower silo segments. He made a note of correct channels whenever he stumbled on one. Some of the camera’s had actually been covered over by his construction. Others showed useless views. Several of the Camera’s were actually below the water level of the pool.

The cameras themselves were buried deep in the wall, with a fiber optic bundle leading to the surface of the Silo. A tiny dot was all that showed of them. The system must have cost a bloody fortune. The cost of repairing a bad camera was the only possible reason for the vast number of them. John had actually dug one out. It was a miniaturized miracle. Totally solid state with top quality CCD technology. They must have been updated and replaced just before the government sold the silo. Each unit could resolve well into the infrared region. John supposed that some of the mass of wiring he didn’t know the use for led to infrared emitters mounted in the walls for illumination. He didn’t need any of this as visible light illuminated every area he wished to view.

He reached out and punched in a tape to the VCR, which recorded whatever he was looking at.

John had the right channels picked out long before Theresa and Cindy arrived at the pool. He casually watched as Theresa stripped off her clothes. He noted with curiosity how Cindy watched Theresa as she disrobed.

Feeling a little guilty, he watched very closely as Cindy stripped off her own clothes. He barely listened to their conversation. His gaze fixed on Cindy’s sleek nude body. She was as lovelier than he’d imagined. Her breasts large and firm. Her nipples dark and erect. A dark triangle between the apex of her legs. Uncovered, her ass was easily as cute as he’d imagined it.