#Cctv package

[techniservicesau]

The Ultimate Guide to Home CCTV Installation in Melbourne

In today’s world, ensuring the security of your home is more crucial than ever. Whether you're protecting your property from potential intruders or keeping an eye on your surroundings, installing a home CCTV system is a wise investment. If you’re in Melbourne, you're in luck—numerous professional services offer comprehensive CCTV installation packages designed to meet your specific needs. In this guide, we'll explore everything you need to know about home CCTV installation in Melbourne.

Why Consider Home CCTV Installation in Melbourne?

Home security is no longer a luxury but a necessity. With increasing concerns over property safety, many homeowners in Melbourne are turning to CCTV cameras for peace of mind. A professionally installed CCTV system not only acts as a deterrent to potential criminals but also provides valuable evidence in case of any incidents.

Choosing the Right CCTV Installation Package in Melbourne

When considering CCTV installation packages in Melbourne, it's important to select one that fits your specific requirements. Packages typically vary based on the number of cameras, the type of cameras (e.g., indoor or outdoor), storage capacity, and additional features like remote access and night vision.

Techni-Services, a leading provider in the area, offers a variety of CCTV installation packages in Melbourne that cater to different needs. Whether you need a basic setup for a small apartment or a comprehensive system for a larger property, there's a package designed for you.

What to Expect from CCTV Installation Services in Melbourne

Professional CCTV installation services in Melbourne ensure that your system is set up correctly and functions optimally. This includes strategic placement of cameras to cover all vulnerable areas, proper wiring, and configuring the system for easy access and monitoring.

When you choose a reliable provider, you can expect a seamless installation process. CCTV camera installation in Melbourne is typically completed within a few hours, depending on the complexity of the setup. After installation, technicians usually provide a walkthrough of the system, showing you how to access live feeds, review recorded footage, and make the most of your new security setup.

Benefits of Professional CCTV Installation

While DIY installation might seem like a cost-effective option, there are significant benefits to choosing professional CCTV installation services in Melbourne. Professionals have the expertise to ensure that cameras are installed in the best possible locations for maximum coverage. They also handle all the technical aspects, such as ensuring your system is securely connected to your network and setting up any remote access features.

Moreover, with a professional installation, you often receive warranties on both the equipment and the installation service, giving you peace of mind knowing that your investment is protected.

Maximizing Your Home Security with Techni-Services

For homeowners in Melbourne, Techni-Services offers top-notch CCTV installation services that are tailored to meet your unique security needs. With a variety of CCTV installation packages in Melbourne to choose from, you can easily find a solution that fits your budget and requirements. From basic setups to advanced systems with multiple cameras and remote access, Techni-Services has you covered.

Conclusion

Investing in a home CCTV installation in Melbourne is a smart move towards enhancing the security of your property. By choosing the right CCTV installation package in Melbourne and relying on professional services, you can ensure that your home is well-protected. With the right system in place, you can enjoy peace of mind knowing that your property is under constant surveillance, no matter where you are. Whether you need a simple setup or a more comprehensive security solution, Melbourne offers plenty of options to meet your needs.

[bloomhometech]

Capture Every Detail with Bloom Hometech Solutions' HD Cameras in Chennai

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With crime rates on the rise in many parts of India, investing in a reliable security system is more important than ever. Bloom Hometech Solutions' HD cameras offer a range of features that make them an excellent choice for residential and commercial properties. One of the key benefits of HD cameras is their ability to capture high-quality footage that provides a clear view of any activity in their field of view. This is especially important in the event of a break-in or other criminal activity, as it can provide valuable evidence for the police and increase the chances of catching the perpetrator.

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Another advantage of Bloom Hometech Solutions' HD cameras is that they can be easily integrated with other security systems, such as alarms and motion sensors. This means that in the event of an intrusion, the cameras can trigger an alarm or alert the property owner, providing an additional layer of protection.

In addition to their security benefits, Bloom Hometech Solutions' HD cameras also have a range of practical applications. For example, they can be used to monitor children or elderly relatives who require care or to keep an eye on pets when their owners are away from home.

Overall, Bloom Hometech Solutions' HD cameras are an excellent investment for anyone who wants to enhance the security and safety of their property. Their advanced features and reliable performance provide peace of mind and protection in a world where security is increasingly important.

[hazelfoureyes]

i have a bit of a fun ask :) can u put ur spotify on shuffle and write a fic with vox based on the first song that plays? plz plz HAZEL PLZ

Please please please know I am still getting my sea legs with Vox! So don’t go into this expecting my usual… uhhh skill? Confidence? also testing the new tag list system

「Warnings/Promises: Val exists, Vox x Fem Reader, stalking, pastry decimation, casual sexism」

Stalker’s Tango

From the moment you stepped out of your home, he was eagerly watching.

The security doorbell camera on your porch let him see you wore black pants and a white blouse. Perfect. A white pocket square in his suit jacket pocket to complement. “Wonderful choice as always, babe.” He spoke softly to the screen; to you.

He followed every move, jumping with muscle memory speed from traffic camera to home security camera to shopwindow full of screens.

When you stopped to go into a bakery, he was there in the cctv cameras, fisheye view of your order of cold brew coffee and a croissant. “Impeccable taste.” A confident laugh between you two as he shot off a text to craft services, two words, ‘Croissants. Now.’

“Could you possibly warm that?” You asked the young man behind the counter.

Another text. ‘Heated.’

He watched you at the bus stop. A man sat beside you and smiled at you. You offered a kind smile back. “Who the fuck is that?” He zoomed in, taking a screenshot to send to Velvette, ‘Find socials for this pissant.’

When you stepped onto the bus he sighed, relief the man was no longer bothering you but also with a heart heavy. You didn’t belong on the bus. Why couldn’t he just buy you a car? No, better, He should send a driver to pick you up daily. A personal chauffeur. You shouldn’t have to bother yourself with driving.

No, he was thinking too small. You should live in the tower. Angel Dust used to, why couldn’t you? A moment of fantasy.

Perhaps he’d walk in to find you in your pajamas. What ever could they be? He searched your online shopping history and couldn’t find a single purchase for sleep wear. Your lack of home television and a computer limited him to only watching you from your stoop and beyond. He buckled, what if you didn’t wear anything to bed? Why didn’t you let him see you at night? What did he need to do for you to trust him in your home.

A knock at the door he didn’t acknowledge. His sole focus was you. A book? You minx. Always playing hard to get. He knew you got the e-reader he sent. He watched you take the package from the doorbell camera, after all.

“Sir,” a small and slightly pathetic voice spoken through the door, “I’m getting word from downstairs they’re not sure how to keep croissants warm in the studio.”

Another zoom, what were you reading? He’d have the author on Vox programming, sure to take photos like old chums for you to see on your bus stop bench ads.

Vox rose slowly from his chair, eyes on you as he backed away from his desk.

A change in routine. You cut through Jekyll Park. No cameras.

Vox hurried to the door, huffing as he flung it open, “Have you never heard of a warming lamp?”

“They don’t have any… normally they only offer cold items.”

“Fine then have,” he pointed at a random employee walking by, “that fucker stand there with a toaster oven”

The eel demon shrunk, “Well he works for us not for-.”

The screen that comprised his head filled with static, eyes a swirling rage of red and black, “He works for the Vees. He goes where we tell him.”

He slammed the door, taking a moment to recompose himself before turning to face you. He didn’t want you to see him like that.

Spinning back, charming smile cocked on his face, “Alright where are you?” He strolled up to the displays and returned to his seat, scanning around until he found you again. But he wasn’t finding you. He couldn’t do anything about the park’s lack of cameras, it was pentagram city property, or else he’d have staff in there within the hour. Normally not an issue though, you never cut through that way.

Sixty seconds. Where were you?

Ninety seconds. Where were you.

One hundred and eighty seconds. Where were you!

Vox’s chair fell over as he stood with a panic, hitting the speed dial for Security. As the phone was answered and he began to instruct them to the west entrance of the park, you emerged from the tree lined path and tossed your empty coffee cup and food bag into the recycling bins. You’d just slowed your walk to enjoy your breakfast with a pretty view.

“Nevermind, false alarm fellas.” A nervous chuckle as he pulled at his collar. “Sir we’re not all me-.”

He hung up and leaned on the control panel. He should have sent a text. In fact maybe he still should.

Good Morning sinners! Reminder—- you’re only safe when you’re under the watchful eye of VoxTek Security Cameras.

A mass push text to every VoxTek phone in pentagram city. He watched you look at your phone and then up to the camera pointed directly at you from a light pole. A satisfied hum, “Good girl.”

As his view switched to the VeeTower camera system he danced into the elevator.

Vox’s foot impatiently tapped, staring directly into the eyes of the VoxTek employee holding the toaster oven in his hands. The fishy looking demon was squirming as the heat bled into the metal casing and burned his palms.

“Oh! I didn’t know I paid you to arrive late!” Val’s voice carried across the set.

You gripped the handles of your tote bag, “Val I’m sorry! The bus got a flat tire and I had to walk.”

A hiss as Val leaned down to get eye level with you, “Sluts lie as easily as they open their legs.”

“No, Val.” Vox interjected, tone stronger than he had intended, “She’s telling the truth. It was on the local traffic report. Cut her some slack.”

“I don’t watch that shit.” A sigh, exhaling pink aphrodisiac laced smoke into the air between you three, “Fine. If amorcito says so.” Val smiled to Vox before sending a sneer back to you, “Now fuck off to the dressing room.”

He walked away to shout at someone else, so you took the opportunity to say, “Thank you.” You offered a little head bow, grateful for back-up in your lie. Vox had already been trying to sneak off the set when you started speaking to him, causing him to sheepishly spin around on his heels. “I don’t think we’ve met before, but I see you all over the place. You’re Vox, right?” You extended a hand.

His screen flickered, blue background now with a gradient pink starting from the bottom, a blush rising up his face, “I see my reputation precedes me.” A false bravado as he gestured to himself. He moved the croissant to his right hand so he could shake yours.

“Well… your name and face is on everything. So, yes! I guess so.” You shook his hand, “Oh, I had a croissant too.”

He beamed, “Ya know what they say, great minds and all that. I was just having a little breakfast after reading. I hear they have some on set today in craft services.” You perked up, looking to the food table and the man holding the toaster oven.

“My lucky day! If only they had iced coffee. It would be perfect.” With a polite smile you took a step away, “I gotta go or Val will kill me. Nice to meet you!”

Vox stood still until you were out of sight. His hand crushed the pastry before he launched it across the room, mumbling about coffee before looking back longingly in the direction you’d left in, “See ya later babe.”

༻Masterlist༺

∰ Summoning the Horny Little Deer Cult (general tag list):

@cxrsedwxrlds , @nonetheartist , @tsunaki , @janchei ,  @moonmark98 , @hoebihoeshi , @pansexual-opera-house , @polytheatrix , @lorddiabigmommymilkers , @backinthefkingbuildingagain , @harley2223-blog  , @poinappel , @midnightnoiserose , @spookieroz , @missmidorima a , @ivebeenthearchersstuff , @downbadforfictionalppl , @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx , @sleepylittledemon , @aether-th3-enby , @dontfuckbutimfab , @breathlessaura , @aperfectidiot , @certainlygay , @jth12 , @star-kujo-platinum @ivebeenthearchersstuff , @rubyninja1 , @simphornies

, @readergirlstuff , @berry-demon , @chirimeimei , @fairyv-ice , @olive-frog , @thonethatflies620 , @tiredkiwiii , @ilikemyteawithmilk , @whateverlololo , @psipies , @howabouticallyou , @roxxie-wolf ,  , @fizzled-phoenix ,  @phobophobular  , @mariaclarade-la-cruz1 , @whateverlololo    , @roxxie-wolf , @a-case-of-attachment , @multifandomfanatic02 @watereddownmilk   , @bontensbabygirl 

[pupyuj]

Gp pervy landlord yujin IS GIVING ME GENUINE BRAINROT RN IT'S INSANE :(

hehejejjrkf 😵‍💫😵‍💫 tropes that fit yujin like a glove: loser, pervert, virgin... like this is just perfect 🤤

you've built a pretty close friendship with your kind landlord during your months of stay in her apartment! you could say that you have a bit of a crush on her 👀 yujin was pretty, she was funny, a bit awkward when talking to you but in an adorable way, and her jokes were lame, but you still laugh bcs she was so cute 😭😭 you never could've guessed what she does behind closed doors... never could've guessed that she fights for her life trying to hide her hard on whenever you talk to her, never could've guessed that she stares at you hungrily whenever you're not looking... and certainly, you never could've guessed that she spends hours in the safety of her own apartment getting off to the thought of you 🫠

she cherishes every moment she has with you in like an almost obsessive way?? she gets excited delivering your packages to you if she so happens to get a hold of it, the slightest skin contact gets her soo hard it's actually pathetic 😭😭 her favorite part of the day is seeing you first thing in the morning when you check your mail in your pajamas,, with your hair being slightly a mess, your eyes so sleepy,, you just look so cute and fuckable to her 🫣 definitely doesn't make her interest in you a secret whenever she gets to talk to you in the morning bcs that's when she wants to fuck you the most but you never really notice cuz you're half-asleep most of the time 😭😭😭

oh um.. she also jerks off to some cctv footage of you in the laundry room of the apartment that she has... bcs whenever you do your laundry, you wear some really short shorts and yujinnie fantasizes about coming on your ass while you're wearing them all the time :(((

sjbsbcdjfjkdbf imagine like,, getting trapped in a packed elevator with her,,, but not like in a oh-no-the-elevator-is-broken way but there's just a lot of people in it that you can't really move 🤭 standing in a super close proximity with yujin, her breath fanning your face a little and she's blushing and she's so hard and you can feel it bcs you're kind of pressed against her???? SHE CANNOT MEET YOUR EYES AT ALLLLL 😭😭😭 and you're kind of a mess too bcs holy fuck your landlord's dick is literally on your thigh 💀

"i'm really sorry... (y/n)-ssi..." yujin managed to say ugh she was adorable,,, laying her forehead flat on your shoulder to hide her red face :((((

"it's okay, yujin-nim. it happens." you were saying while laughing. yujin raising her head only to find that the two of you are within kissing distance,,, you were so pretty up close, she's only getting harder 😳😳😳 yujin leaving the elevator in a rush,, and your face was just red and you walked to your apartment kind of in a haze,,, yujin just became 200 times more attractive 🤤🤤 BUT SHE WOULD AVOID TALKING TO YOU FOR A BIT AFTER THAT :((( you weren't supposed to know how she feels about you like that 😩 and ofc you were sad about this bcs you really did like having yujin as a friend... so now maybe it's time to promote her as a fuck! 😍

inviting her over to your apartment to celebrate one year long of being under her care 🫣 yujinnie being so stiff and even more awkward than she normally is after the whole elevator debacle 😭😭😭 everything going smoothly until you're both buzzed from some champagne,, giggling at the smallest things while watching a movie,, cuddling with glasses in your hands and suddenly yujin was kissing down your neck,,, "(y/n)-ssi.. i really really really.. hic... i really want to fuck you right now... i always have.." and then she's pulling you to her lap,, pressing her cock against you while still kissing your neck 😩😩

"mhm.. whattt... yujin-nim, you're such a perv..." you were saying while giggling uncontrollably bcs yujin was sucking on that sweet spot on your neck while touching you everywhere :((( 'accidentally' spilling your drink all over yujin's shirt bcs you kind of turn into a little shit when you're drunk sjdbfjfkf "oops... guess you gotta take this off now.." you sloppily unbuttoned yujin's shirt and threw it away,,, and you gasped seeing her body,, "wahh, yujin-nim, you're so hot..." while poking her abs and groping one of her boobsjdbfjfjffk

aaaacckkkkk yujinnie taking off her pants in a hurryyy when you've kneeled down in front of her 🫣🫣 "i w-wonder if... hic... i can take all of you in me.. whoa.." you said, staring at your cute landlord's thick cock 😩😩😩 yujin not wasting any more time and forcing it down your throat, and she starts you off in such an insane pace too.. she has wanted this for soooo long 😵‍💫 she was pulling and tugging at your hair pretty hard but it made you so wet that you didn't mind that it hurt a little :((( choking when she spills her load in the back of your throat,, her telling you to swallow which you do of course bcs you would be crazy not to drink her delicious cum 🫠🤤🤤

but imagine you're like the sleepy kind of drunk :(( you're half-asleep with your ass up on the couch while yujinnie is fucking you so roughly from behind :(((( "good night, (y/n)-ssi... ahh.. ahh...! i promise i'll.. m-make you feel good even when you're asleep... fuck..!" you only hearing yujinnie's grunts in your ear while entering a deep slumber :((

you'd definitely wake up with cum on your tits, thighs, and stomach 🤤🤤🤤 and yujinnie cuddling up to you, making you feel so warm and safe in her arms 🥺🥺

[clavissionary-position]

Ikeprinces Ranked By How Normal They Are About Buying Period Products For You

LEON . So charming in a retail setting that people buy whatever his line-of-sight happens to pass over. Even if they’re there to buy something completely different!

CHEVALIER . Chillingly normal. He might look a bit intimidating and out-of-place in the aisles, but he doesn’t feel out-of-place. He goes in-person just so he can stop by the florist on his way back.

JIN . He’s been asked on dates on the spot because of how sexy and reliable he looks shopping for period products for his SO.

NOKTO . Seems to have a personal stock built-up already, and has no problem going out or ordering to replenish dwindling supplies.

RIO . You wake up on the day of your period every month with a cloche at your bedside containing your favorite period snacks, your preferred products, and a box of tampons with a cute beagle pattern on the wrapping.

KEITH . Homebrews all remedies. He loves how excited you get to hear him explain what each part of the compound does, so he prefers to keep it in-house where he can. He’s not averse to purchasing or ordering things, though, it’s just that he tends to get held up at physical stores while helping strangers…

SARIEL . There’s something hypnotic about watching this man shop for tampons with his dark elegance and poise. But he’s also known to sometimes test products he’s unsure of on “rats”…

LUKE . Lazily lumbers down the aisle, reading all the packages, opening a few of them up before carefully picking out a selection of two or three that you can choose from.

CLAVIS . Homebrews all remedies and injects them into his fun disaster cuisine so he can surprise you with peace of mind. If he sources products from elsewhere, he vets them extensively.

YVES . Has a stockpile in case of emergencies, but he’s always switching out one brand for another because he’s not entirely confident in his choice. CCTV footage shows him making four, five, six visits to physical stores over the course of one day.

LICHT . Confusion in the aisles. Lots of pacing. He comes home an hour late because of how hard he thought about what to buy you. Still picks the product you need the most.

GILBERT . Homebrews all remedies. Homebrewed it from literal scraps that one time you two were travelling when your monthly nightmare hit. No one else gets to be your retailer or pharmacist or nightmare. It’s a perfect brew each time. Tampons in a black wrapper, black applicator.

SILVIO . Buys the entire store to distract himself from the dreaded realization that he has perverted tampon-insertion fantasies.

[velvetjune]

[ID: Set of 8 screenshots from Alan Wake 2. The first photo is a door numbered 211 at the Oceanview Hotel with an upside down pyramid painted on top. The second is a computer screen with tabs for Marshall Security, Mail, and Media. Marshall Security is open with the subheading of ‘Control and Beyond’ and an upside down triangle at the top. It lists that the security door lock, CCTVs, and medical wing alarms are on. There is a button to unlock a door.

The third photo is a book with a cover of Casper Darling smiling and the title ‘My interpretation of many worlds’ by Dr. Casper Darling. The cover’s background is a swirl. The fourth is an ashtray and a pack of cigarettes next to it. The package has an upside down pyramid with ‘black pyramid’ typed on it. The words ‘super strong,’ ‘relax,’ and ‘enjoy’ are listed on the pack.

The fifth is a stack of books from Logan’s room entitled ‘The Kind Stranger,’ ‘The Very Old House,’ and ‘The Ribbon-Hearted Girl.’ A book for Nordic tales and folklore is displayed in front. The sixth photo is a drawing by Logan of her and her dad smiling and playing video games. The tv screen displays a fight with the Former, a one-eyed being, from Control.

The seventh is a neon light that reads ‘665 Neighbor of the Beast’. The eighth is a television with static showing and an image of Jesse’s face staring. Subtitles read ‘Jesse: Hello?’ End ID.]

Holding dearly onto every reference to Control in Alan Wake 2

[antarctictwilight]

the fact that these two songs are packaged right next to each in that order on wallsocket (director's cut) is insane. they are both in the best songs i've ever heard but their vibes are so insanely different i get emotional whiplash listening to cctv into stupid

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

Hey M! Argh now that some time has passed since that crazy ass flirty jikook live I've come down from the high and I'm at a loss again. I don't understand them... On his latest live Jungkook seemed to not know that Jimin would perform at Yoongi's concert the next day, so much so that he asked if he could perform again. Also it was his day off today and he didn't go to the concert to see Like Crazy live for the first time. I really think those two aren't dating at all and something strange is going on between them. Maybe there's still some feelings/attraction between them, but it seems they don't want to take those anywhere. I would say Jimin is the most reserved and that perhaps even doesn't want to be shipped with Jungkook anymore. I don't know. I'm very confused by them.

I may be talking a bit differently about jikook now, but that doesn't mean I'm going to spiral into shipping mode completely, leaving my logic aside. I just can't, my brain doesn't allow it. So let me offer you an explanation that to me, sounds a bit closer to reality.

Do you really think Jungkook didn't know Jimin was going to perform the next day? Do you think this is some decision taken on a whim? Like Suga just had a thought, asked Jimin and kept it all a secret?

These things are decided in advance. There are meetings over meetings where every single detail is discussed. There is a producer who oversees how a concert is done from start to finish. You can find interviews about this exact thing about BTS concerts. Or just look up information on google. I'm sure there must be music documentaries that show the process.

Jimin, Jungkook, Yoongi, a possible fourth person who might be a guest today and an entire staff group and other people involved must have met and had been part of meetings where details over the concerts were discussed. Then these people rehearsed their number at the company. You see where I'm going with this?

Of course Jungkook knew Jimin was going to perform the next day, just as they all know who is the guest for the last day. During the livestream, Jungkook was being his emo self and way too harsh about his performance and was trying to negotiate with Suga. But I thought it was obvious that he knew and Suga knew that this is just post performance talk, not an actual request. They know each other a lot more than we think we know them. Each night was set for one other BTS member to be on stage. It's as simple as that.

You and all the JM solos and some which found their way into my inbox could try and see the situation from this perspective which does not involve any malicious intent on anyone's part. Seeing Jungkook as some number one enemy who has an agenda of sabotaging Jimin is too absurd to even consider debating.

As to everything else you said, I don't see how you made all those connections? And why it's a big deal. How are we supposed to know what JK did for the entirety of his off work day? Why should I be concerned with something I don't know about? Which seems to be the biggest issue with so-called jikook shippers. No matter how much they get to witness coming directly from Jimin and Jungkook, it's not enough. It never is. There's some weird doubt settling in immediately. If actual interactions don't satisfy you, than what is the point of all this? What is the expectation? For both of them to be seen together all the time in official content? And to be seen out together daily, especially through cctv footage if possible? Add in some rumor for the package to be complete. Attached at the hip for public consumption. Is that what people get from confirmed couples all the time? Not really, because even them try to keep their private time private. And now this is the expectation from two people who are not even confirmed as a couple in a situation in which fans are merely been speculating for years and which might turn out to be nothing. Let's not even talk about the entire context of queer people in SK, cause that's a huge element that has been ignored so many times.

Going down the rabbit hole and having some specific type of expectations are the ways in which some shippers are setting themselves up. You can go with the flow and enjoy what is out there to enjoy. That can be enough if you want it.

Also, you have to understand something really basic that might offer you a different perspective. If today or in the future, it is revealed both of them have other partners, Jimin and Jungkook will still act with each other the same way they have been for years. Because they have a specific dynamic that is only applied to them. And it will also be an indication that they have had partners throughout all these years. And somehow we all still enjoyed whatever they had in their relationship with each other, regardless of its nature.

[mariacallous]

A draft law in Serbia aims to allow the authorities to use both public and private CCTV cameras and facial recognition technology for the remote identification of citizens, raising concerns about mass surveillance of people during public assemblies or protests.

In Bosnia and Herzegovina, the assembly of the country’s Serb-led entity Republika Srpska has passed a law making defamation a crime punishable with a fine of up to 1,500 euros.

Romania’s parliament adopted a law increasing criminal penalties for acts of “outrage” against public officials and “disturbing of public order and peace”, among other offences.

In Hungary, some bookshops faced fines for selling books that deal with homosexuality in their youth sections and for failing to sell them in closed packaging.

These are some of the steps being taken in the wrong direction noted by rights watchdog Amnesty International in its latest yearly report on the “State of the World’s Human Rights”, published on Wednesday.

Worldwide, Amnesty says, freedom is under attack and authoritarian practices are on the rise. The number of people living in democratic countries is now the lowest since 1985.

Journalists face attacks and lawsuits

The Balkan region seems to be part of the international trend, albeit at a different speed, it says.

Journalists are often victims of this authoritarian tendency across the Balkan region, the report observes, as they became the objects of smear campaigns, strategic lawsuits or SLAPPs, or outright physical attacks in several countries.

In Serbia, independent and investigative journalists and activists faced “threats, vilification and punitive civil proceedings”, the report notes. In Albania, journalists were subjected to hate speech, physical assaults and a gun attack.

The report notes how Mayor of Tirana Erion Veliaj referred to a female journalist as “contract killer” following her investigation highlighting his role in a corruption scandal. In March, a security guard was murdered when unknown assailants sprayed bullets at the offices of Top Channel, Albania’s largest private TV station. Police have been unable to identify the authors of the attack or uncover their motives.

In Bosnia, the Journalists’ Association recorded an increase in attacks on journalists, with over 70 cases recorded in 2023, of which only a few were investigated. In Kosovo, journalists also faced “increased hostility”.

In North Macedonia, changes in the law regulating civil liability for insult and defamation reduced fines imposed on journalists. That welcome change, however, failed to curb the growing use of strategic lawsuits or SLAPPs. Journalists in Croatia are facing currently at least 945 SLAPPs, “mostly filed by public officials”.

The report said press freedom in Montenegro had improved, however, as the Appeals Court quashed proceedings against investigative journalist Jovo Martinović, wrongly convicted and imprisoned for drug trafficking.

Gender-based violence is a serious concern

The report highlights that gender-based violence remains a serious concern in Serbia where 27 women were victims of feminicide and in Albania, where 12 women were murdered last year by their partners or family members; in Kosovo, where there were six such deaths.

LGBTI rights remained under attack from religious groups in Serbia and North Macedonia; Serbian President Aleksandar Vucic announced he would never approve the Law on Same Sex Unions.

Bosnia and Herzegovina was identified as one of the most hostile places in the world for LGBTI people. Albania registered “no progress” in this field.

Rights of refugees increasingly violated

The Balkans is also becoming a hotspot for refugee rights violations, the report underlines; to the old issue of Greece prosecuting rights activists who help emigrants is added new ones, including the plight of some 35,000 arrivals who were registered, some 2,500 of whom are estimated to be stranded there.

A controversial agreement between Albania PM Edi Rama and his Italian counterpart, Giorgia Meloni, to build a camp in Albania to host refugees rescued in international waters in the Mediterranean became the latest concern.

Albania, a country that once exported droves of asylum seekers, agreed to allow Italy to place thousands of migrants there each month in facilities built at Italian taxpayer’s expense.

Costing an estimated 800 million euros, the operation is seen as a political coup for PM Meloni as she tries to reassure her right-wing base that she is acting against illegal emigration – even though the number of these processed in Albania, at just 3,000 per month, is just a faction of the total arrivals – and even though many of those processed in Albania will have to be transferred again to Italy.

Human rights organisations and others have expressed concern about the wider impact this could have on the human rights of refugees, asylum seekers, and migrants, including automatic and therefore arbitrary detention.

[r6-unifiedlands]

Sunyi's First Noise

[Koh "Sunyi" Tay Koon & Imulok "Imp" Kanun]

Summary: A hustler finally met his match in form of a kid(?) with a spider bot.

A/N: FRIENDS OCS WOOOOOOOOO!!! MALAYSIAN OPS GUYS ITS REAL NOW (Credits to @xxtempera for lending me them oh my god IM SO HYPED)

Tay Koon Koh isn’t a righteous person. That’s a plain fact.

Sure, he doesn’t litter his trash often. He has respect for his elders like many Chinese-descent Malays would. His work technically doesn’t involve anything illegal.

But sometimes, a hustler still needs to eat, like all humans would.

His usual options for this are either buying a small portion of stir-fried noodles from the small mom-and-pop stall near his place or stealing some snacks from an unmanned convenience store a bit further away.

Unfortunately, today, he chooses the latter option.

Being a hustler means scrounging for anything that he could use to survive. Whether it’s electro and engineering books that he borrowed from local libraries, to diving inside multiple junkyards for some metal scraps and usable electronic compounds that he could salvage.

The first piece of electronics he managed to make with his current skills and knowledge was a radio. Then he dismantled it and formed it into what he called a “Portable Jammer,” which he used to assist in stealing things from shops with security cameras and slip past the store’s anti-theft detector.

It’s not illegal if he doesn’t get caught, anyway. The store is a big one, and its sales margin wouldn’t drop even if it lost an item or two every week.

Food shouldn’t be gatekeep. It’s a necessity for humans to survive. Logically, it’s morally correct to steal food from the rich if you’re low on money.

With the jammer snugged nicely under his jacket, Tay Koon begins his mission to grab some snacks for the day and to check if his beloved gadget works as intended.

His eyes carefully scan around the open aisles to check for the employees.

No person in sight for now. He takes a deep breath.

There was a TV hanging on top of the ceiling near the entrance, viewing multiple aisles from the eyes of the store’s CCTVs. A couple of the screens seem to show statics only, and he grins.

His gadget still works perfectly, as usual.

The jammer becomes somewhat of a body warmer inside the inner pocket of the jacket, but he knows that if he takes his time too long, it’ll burn his skin.

He struts casually towards the snacks aisle, eyeing rows of packaged peanuts. He’s in the mood for the roasted garlic-flavoured peanuts. It pairs well with a cold glass of sweet iced tea for casual snacking while tinkering with electronics late at night. Or should he opt for battered spicy-coated peanuts—

Click-clacks.

Click-click-click-clacks.

The sudden soft whirring noise from under him almost makes him stumble down and sprint away, but he gets himself to stand on his ground and quickly examine the situation.

A small spider robot gently taps its metal legs on the ceramic floor. Its camera lens is currently facing him.

Anxiety washes him over like a bucket of ice water. He takes a small step backward, and the spider bot follows suit.

Is this the store’s new security camera? Should he run? No, running would’ve garnered more unwanted attention, and he doesn’t plan on getting caught just for this. If he quickly throws the bot away, would he be charged with property damage? Lawyers these days are expensive, and his elders wouldn’t be able to pay for any of them.

“Bejir…why is the camera screen has full static? It shouldn’t be out of boundaries…”

Tay Koon freezes on the spot. His gaze locks onto a tuft of messy jet-black hair that pops into his view at the corner of his eyes, right behind the aisle across him. Their footsteps are slow as if they’re currently afraid of crushing something.

He stares at the head, then at the bot below him. The tiny bot that he could’ve accidentally crushed if he took one more step. It tilts its “head” camera a bit, as if it’s curious at his behaviour.

The footsteps finally come to a stop at the same time as the figure stands right in front of him, revealing themselves to be an androgynous-looking person, leaning toward a more masculine look with the mullet hairstyle. They’re wearing some kind of glove with a small screen mounted onto it. Tay Koon can hear a familiar static noise coming from it, a sign of his jammer’s work.

Is this person also testing their gadget?

He doesn’t realize how short this person is in front of him, now holding the spider-looking bot and carefully inspecting it. Hell, he doesn’t even realize how they got in front of him without noticing. 

Is it his overthinking again? God, this is a bad habit of his.

“And you. What are you doing here?”

The mentioned man once again freezes in place, his dark eyes meeting the other’s own ones. Dark bags under their eyes and a flat yet uncaring expression. 

“Um…” He rubs the back of his neck. “I’m looking around… just sightseeing, I guess…?”

The other raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Uh-huh. What about that bag of nuts that you’re holding?”

His eyes snap at the small bag of nuts in his hand. The one that he was ready to snatch and book when he got bamboozled by that small spider bot. He clicks his tongue in response.

“Well, this is the souvenir…?”

“There’s no free souvenir, dumbass. Awak kira aku bodo kah?”

Well, seems like he can’t convince this person.

He bites his lips gently in frustration, puts the peanut bag back into the aisle, and walks away from the store, pocketing both his hands inside his jacket pocket. There goes his plan of getting a snack for tonight—

CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK—

The spider bot, which was supposed to be with the mullethead, somehow found its way out and chased him down at a speed faster than him, the taps of its legs hitting the floor became somewhat of a terrifying sound. He almost screams out, scrambling backward and trying his best to avoid stepping the small bugger.

In the midst of his panic, however, Tay Koon can see the mullethead observing from afar, looking amused. Their tablet still produces the hissing noise, so how does this one still move freely ??

“Hey, get this thing away from me!!” 

His panic response only got a small grin from the mullethead. “Well, try to outrun my bot!” They let out a chuckle. “I’d be more impressed if you can outsmart it, even! Its AI can recognize its target from afar by their clothes and running pattern.”

Panic noise echoes around the store, along with an amused laughter.

Tay Koon had never thought that this encounter would change the trajectory of his life for good.

[chadsuke]

package im supposed to receive (its either both christmas + bday presents from home OR just a random fucking notebook i ordered) has gone MIA and the situation has escalated into my coworker calling the apartment management office to look at the CCTVs

[hootybal-lecter]

I bought red hair dye for my Crowley costume and I just applied it a few minutes ago. The package made it look like an orangey-red but when I put it in its FUCKING PINK!!!!! I'M GONNA BE CROWLEY WITH FUCKING PINK HAIR DYIDY CCTV HDYFOGDUTSIT FTC OTS

I'm gonna look like a cheap knockoff bootleg version of Crowley!

I'm officially gonna be Corely from Favorable Signs. That's my Halloween costume

Ffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccckkkkkk

[underatedwords]

notes from fp1

session was red flag 10mins in & stayed red until 10mins before the end when it was officially ended

pierre brought the red out, he had to stop on track bc he couldn't change gear

red flag continued bc the track cctv was out of sync and they can't run w/o for safety reasons

zhou straight away complaining abt how stiff the car is

fp2 will start half an hour earlier to make up for the lost track time (session will be 90mins total)

lots of upgrades this wknd

williams most significant upgrade package - floor, sidepods, engine cover by the halo and rear suspension, brake ducts & wing endplate

williams upgrades are so major they should be up to 5tenths faster

aston martin upgrades - floor, engine cover, cooling louvres

redbull testing a new front wing

haas upgrades - floor edge, cooling louvres & rear wing

[stingslikeabee]

@hisroyalmagnificence found the concierge

The fact that a hotel manager had business elsewhere in the city was not uncommon. Theirs was a different world that existed in the shadows of the general population and which had progressively expanded over the last decades, but still - alliances, partnerships, inspections and investments were done with those who did not necessarily trade gold coins from their presses.

What caused Melissa to grow concerned at first was the lack of communication - Magnifico did not often turn off his phone or failed to respond his wife. After all, theirs was a bond that surpassed etiquette and protocol. But maybe he had ran into someone from the High Table and devices had been collectively apprehended as tradition mandated... Perhaps she was worrying too much.

Until the first tape came in, delivered to their door in a nondescript envelope and by a street kid that merely said he had been paid to drop the package addressed to the concierge. It was an old cassette, but luckily there was an ancient TV and VCR set which was still functional in their surveillance room - but as soon as it started, Melissa wished it was all but an old, somewhat grainy movie.

There was no way that Magnifico - that her Nicolás - was in chains, strapped to a wall. Not him.

And yet, that was precisely what the video suggested; since the technology used was old, neither sound nor image quality were great, but the shows of torture were evident. Someone had kidnapped a Continental manager (off consecrated ground) and were subjecting him to unspeakable things while recording it all and sending it to his family. The first thing Melissa thought of was that she had to rescue him - immediately followed by a meeting with their daughters.

Now, the three beautiful daughters they had were no longer toddlers - instead, they had been groomed to take specific positions in that world of theirs. Rosalinda was next in line for manager; Narcissa had turned into a talented sniper and Florita was an expert in crafting poisons and working with toxins from their gardens. Each and every of the girls had a skillset, and they would need all of them - including Melissa's own training as the firstborn to a Welsh crime syndicate.

Together, they kept receiving and watching the tapes delivered every two hours or so - tracing the delivery kids was likely a dead end as they really were the homeless children that roamed around the district and who would have never been behind a master plot of that size. Instead, they joined forces in trying to see beyond the obvious, painful torture - any signs on the walls, trademarks on boxes, voices and hints that could disclose a location.

Melissa immediately contacted her peers; the girls used their own connections and pooled all resources together, from old-fashioned intel gathering to modern-day triangulation of Magnifico's phone and last known locations on CCTV. At some point, there was just one building that had been vacant within the designated perimeter which had seen suspicious movement of black cars parking around and people shuffling inside. That had to be their target.

With decisions made and all information available pulled up - from the map of the sewer tunnels to the nearby constructions for a good placement for snipers - Melissa did something that she never thought would happen: she unlocked the armory and grabbed most of the arsenal available there with her children. That damn book of his - the concierge had thought that it would protect him more than the fencing classes the brunette forced Magnifico to take.

Now, while she placed guns into holsters and checked the comms, Melissa felt her heart sinking - they were not too late, were they?

They would be able to reach Magnifico in time from whoever had taken him - there was no other possible scenario in her head. And, with a simple look at her kids while they got into a van to take them to the place he was likely being kept at, Melissa knew that the girls shared similar thoughts.

They would bring Nicolás home.

[mightyflamethrower]

On the evening of July 2, officers from the U.S. Secret Service Uniformed Division found an unknown substance inside a vestibule leading to the lobby area of the West Executive Avenue entrance to the White House. 

The substance was located inside a receptacle used to temporarily store electronic and personal devices prior to entering the West Wing. 

Following the discovery, safety closures were implemented around the White House. This response was designed to ensure that the found substance was not a chemical or radiological material that threatened the security of the White House. As such, the substance was field tested and preliminarily determined to not be a hazardous compound. 

Testing conducted by the District of Columbia Fire and Emergency Medical Services Department indicated that the found powder tested preliminarily positive for the presence of cocaine. The substance and packaging were treated as evidence and sent to the U.S. Department of Homeland Security's National Biodefense Analysis and Countermeasures Center, which analyzed the item for any biothreats. Tests conducted at this facility came back negative and gave formal confirmation that the substance was not biological in nature. 

The substance and packaging underwent further forensic testing. The substance was analyzed for its chemical composition. The packaging was subjected to advanced fingerprint and DNA analysis. Both of these analyses were conducted by the Federal Bureau of Investigation's crime laboratory given their expertise in this area and independence from the investigation. 

While awaiting the FBl's results, the Secret Service investigation into how this item entered the White House continued. The investigation included a methodical review of security systems and protocols. This review included a backwards examination that spanned several days prior to the discovery of the substance and developed an index of several hundred individuals who may have accessed the area where the substance was found. The focal point of these actions developed a pool of known persons for comparison of forensic evidence gleaned from the FBI’s analysis of the substance's packaging. 

On July 12, the Secret Service received the FBI’s laboratory results, which did not develop latent fingerprints and insufficient DNA was present for investigative comparisons.   Therefore, the Secret Service is not able to compare evidence against the known pool of individuals. The FBl's evaluation of the substance also confirmed that it was cocaine. 

There was no surveillance video footage found that provided investigative leads or any other means for investigators to identify who may have deposited the found substance in this area. Without physical evidence, the investigation will not be able to single out a person of interest from the hundreds of individuals who passed through the vestibule where the cocaine was discovered. At this time, the Secret Service's investigation is closed due to a lack of physical evidence. 

The U.S. Secret Service takes its mission to protect U.S. leaders, facilities, and events seriously and we are constantly adapting to meet the needs of the current and future security environment. 

Blah blah blah blahdy blah blah. Have you ever caught your child doing something wrong and their alabi goes on and on. The longer they talk the guiltier they sound. That would be the best analogy of what we just got from the DOJ. We all know who's coke this is. If it were anyone else's they would have already forced him to do a very public perp walk. We'd be listening to interviews with their third grade teachers. Every inch of the White House is under CCTV 24/7. Hunter has a long history of getting fucked up and forgetting what he did with things.

Our inability to ever get the truth out of this administration is both alarming and disgusting.

Good Job democrats.

[sucker-for-steven-with-v]

Sunny day2

Sunny Day 1

You opened your eyes and you were greeted with the sight of Steven sitting comfortably in a chair next to your bed. The morning light filtered in through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. A glance at the clock revealed that it was almost 10 am, and your phone was buzzing with missed calls, texts, and emails.

"You're awake," Steven said with a smile.

You sat up in bed and rubbed your eyes, still feeling a bit groggy. "Yes, did you wait for me?"

"Not for long," Steven replied. "I heard you paid the bill for me too. Thank you, I'll pay you back once I get home."

"It's okay," you said with a shrug. "You saved me last night, so this is the least I could do. How are you feeling?"

Steven thought for a moment before answering. "I don't know what happened, but I feel fine as I slept so well, thank you. I should have woken up early if I knew you were sleeping on the chair because of me."

"It's okay," you reassured him. "It was my choice to stay with you and make sure you were okay. I'm glad to hear that you're feeling alright."

You gave him a faint smile, noticing that his ears had turned red from embarrassment. "I should go back to the museum. The director and the board members will be furious," You said with a sigh.

"I'm sorry about that," Steven apologized, his voice laced with panic. "I don't know what happened. A few days ago, I wasn't myself and woke up in a completely different place."

As he spoke, you listened attentively to his story. 

He was claiming to have a sleepwalking issue and had woken up in a place he had never been before. The town had a strange cult centred around and they had this relic that the leader of the cult was using. He used it to judge and kill people who failed to meet the judgement of the Egyptian goddess.

Steven had stolen this object, or his body had done so without his consent.    After a dangerous episode of reckless driving and several deaths, he had woken up at home. He had even missed his date with someone from work on Saturday You almost wanted to question him why he didn’t ask you out before at all.

Then, yesterday, the leader of the cult and some of his followers appeared at the museum. One of the followers was a security guard at the museum. 

Then this leader had summoned a huge, dog-like creature which had attacked you both.

"I believe what is happening now is very real. I did see you wearing, or changing into, a guy wearing a mummy-like costume. It was very real."

"You think so?" Steven asked, sounding both relieved and overwhelmed. "I don't know what to do. I do feel better as I see you believe me, but I don't know how to handle this."

"You said there's a person who keeps speaking to you in your mind. Maybe you should start with that. Oh, we might have to go back to the museum first," you said, glancing at the numerous calls and texts from the museum, including one from Donna.

With the damage from the previous night, the director was already at the museum when you and Steven returned. You went into a room with the director first and explained what had happened. However, there was no evidence from the CCTV footage to back up your justification. Despite this, the director acknowledged your good work and irreplaceable contributions as an employee and gave you the chance to continue working at the museum. Steven, however, was made the fall guy and was going to be fired.

Feeling responsible as senior management, you offered to quit and take the fall instead, but the director still insisted on firing Steven. With all the work you had done for the museum and Steven's dedication, you pointed out that you were both still eligible for a redundancy package and if this didn't happen, you would seek further advice from lawyers to establish your rights. The director eventually agreed to the full redundancy package for both of you.

"Thank you, Y/N. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have gotten a penny. I would be paying them the insurance bill," Steven said, with a goofy smile and a gesture of gratitude.

He was too cute. You smiled at him and asked him if he wanted a late breakfast with you. He shyly said yes, with red ears. "That would be great, I just need to change my clothes and clean up first. I do smell and feel filthy," Steven said.

"Haha, I need to do that as well, but then it will be too late for breakfast, and you look fine, Steven. Let's just go," 

You almost slipped and said "fine as hell", but you needed to calm yourself first before overdoing the cheesy line. Otherwise, Steven might hide if you embarrassed him too much.

"So, have you thought about what you're going to do now?"

"I got a name card for storage house. So I'm thinking of going there," 

"Okay, I think that's a good place to start. Wait, can I have your phone?" Steven handed you his phone and you put your number in it, then gave it back to him. "Call me if you need help, especially with that redundancy package. I can help you with the paperwork,"

You and Steven talked a bit more and laughed together. Despite the disastrous event that happened last night, you guys were having reasonably a good time now.

Once you parted, you expected to hear from him in a couple of days, but he called you late in the afternoon on the same day. He was again spilling out his whole story at once, so it was hard to follow. You just listened and told him you would go to his flat.

After hanging up, you realized you didn't know his address, so you called him again to get it. 

When you arrived at his flat, you could see the books and bookshelves everywhere, and the fish tank in the middle of the room. The room looked warm and cosy and smelled like old books and musky like Steven. 

As you were admiring the place, you were brought back to reality by the sight of a pretty lady sitting beside him. "Who is this? Marc?" she asked first pointing at you. She was referring to him by a different name.

"Steven?" you asked, confused.

"Y/N, this is Layla. Marc's, uh, ex-wife," he stammered.

"Layla, this is Y/N. She's, uh.."

"a friend, a friend of Steven's," you finished his sentence.

You didn't expect Steven to have been married before.

"Nice to meet you, Layla. It would have been more pleasant if we had met under better circumstances. So, I heard you were being chased by some kind of creature?" you asked, trying to make conversation.

"Yeah, yes. It had a mummy bondage all over its body. It had a bird head but a human body. How awful is that! And, and I found this bag," Steven said, gesturing to a bag on the table.

He went to the table and tried to unzip the bag, but suddenly stopped. "Steven?" you asked, concerned.

"Nothing, it's actually nothing," he mumbled.

"What is it, Marc?" Layla asked, pushing Steven aside and going to the table. You supported Steven to help him not fall.

"Bloody hell. Thank you, Y/N. It's nothing, Layla. You shouldn't be opening..." Steven protested.

"Is this why you were hiding? This scarab pointing to Ammit's ushabti? What we fought side by side for?" Layla looked very angry and teary. It sounded like Steven had abandoned Layla to keep the treasure all to himself. 

Steven would never do such a thing. You looked at Layla with disbelief. 

"No, Y/N. It's not true. Nope," Steven protested.

"This whole one-man show is just what? To keep this for yourself?" 

"No, I swear," 

"After all we've been through! You know? just stop! Just stop. How am I supposed to believe anything you say with this shoved in a gym bag?" Layla exclaimed, gesturing to the bag on the table. 

"Take it. Take it, you can have it. Take it. I don't want it. I don't want it. I swear. Have it.

I'm not Marc Spector. I'm Steven Grant. I work in a gift shop. Well, I used to work in a gift shop. And I think I'm in real danger and my friend, Y/N, already got affected," Steven pleaded with her, his puppy-dog eyes appealing to her.

It was clear that he didn't remember Layla at all, and was feeling sorry for her. 

You wanted to help out Steven as he was being accused by Layla. But it was more than accusing. Layla was seeking an answer from Steven for the reason that he abandoned her. 

It was not your place to intervene in their personal matters. 

Then you heard the knock on the door.

"Steven Grant? this is DC from London police. We just want to ask you a  few questions to go over a few discrepancies"

“See? they are here for me already" Steven nervously whispered. 

"Just a minute," Steven said, stalling before he had to open the door.

"Steven Grant?" one of the detectives asked.

"Yeah, I think so. I mean, Yes, I am Steven Grant, 100% Steven Grant,"

"Can we come in just for a moment?" the detective asked.

Layla took the scarab and went out the window while Steven stalled to open the door for the detectives. You thought it was quite a fast response for the police to react like this. You were expecting the police officers to come by to take statements, not detectives.

You sat down and placed your phone on the table.

As Steven was not willingly opening the door, one of the detective constables came in forcefully. "Anyone else here? Oh, you are..." the detective said, noticing you.

"Y/N. I was with Steven at the museum last night. I thought we already gave our statements to the police last night," you explained.

"Yes, but there were some discrepancies and we wanted to go over your statements. Lucky that you are here already. We can check your statement too,"

The two detectives looked around the room suspiciously.

They were even going into the toilets and the back, they were trying to find something. They didn't look like police officers who came to take statements.

"Is it because of the toilet vandalism? If it is, that has been dealt with by the museum director and I've been sacked," Steven nervously explained to them.

"What is this?" one of the detective constables pointed to a chain on the bed.

"I, I have a sleeping disorder,"

The other detective constable was also poking around and touching things without being cautious.

"We heard you were in possession of a stolen item,"

"Excuse me, detectives. I have already checked with the director of the museum and there were no items stolen. Also, I had no contact with him about that. Can I please have a case number and the name of your senior detective constable? And don't you need the warrant to poke around like this?" you asked, getting more and more suspicious of their behaviour.

You grabbed your phone and dialled the emergency line to check on them.

Then one of the detective constables confiscated your phone and grabbed a passport from the gym bag. "It's called probable cause, and look what I found here. A passport - Marc Spector,"

"That's not me," Steven said, denying the accusations.

"Look, fella, it looks exactly like you," the detective constable said.

"Fake passport and thief. Also an accomplice. I think you best come with us, both of ya," the female detective constable said as she put handcuffs on you as well.

You were both put in the back seat of the vehicle.

"Wow, lookie look. We've got ourselves a full-blown, international fugitive," the detective constable said, looking at the police screen.

You looked at the police screen and saw a picture of Steven, or Marc, with a different name and hairstyle. You turned your head to Steven, or you thought to yourself, should you be saying Marc?

"It's not, it's a mistake. It's not me," Steven said, sounding teary and denying the accusations.

"Marc Spector, part of the Mercenaries team who hit one of the digging sites in Egypt. Deceased people, Zip-tied, shot in the back, execution style,"

You didn't know what to believe anymore.

"Y/N, it's not me. I didn't do that," Steven said.

"Of course, you didn't, Steven," the detective constable said sarcastically.

You couldn't even think of what to say so you stayed quiet the whole time until the car stopped.

"I thought we were going to the police station."

Hearing what Steven is saying you looked up. Supposed to be a police car stopped in some town.

Yellow lights were lighting the roads and houses. You felt chill and goosebumps on your skin. This place was giving you a weird vibe and you were a bit scared as there was no police station and it looked like you are in nowhere.