They all turned towards her. She had her hand on her mouth and her eyes, bulging, stared at the monitor, which became the center of attention again.
A body, a human body, moved slowly in the darkness on the other side of the wall.
They all froze. Max was released and once again took control of the pole and the monitor.
Long hair, a delicate neck. It was almost certainly a woman.
Max adjusted the colors of the monitor. A thermal camera could not lie. The heat levels were there for all to see. The body was orange, red and yellow. But the shades were pale.
“She’s alive,” he breathed in disbelief. “Get her out!” a voice screamed in his head but the words were stifled in his throat by something else that then appeared on the monitor.
A man’s body, rendered in the cold, dead hues of blue.
TO BE CONTINUED
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