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"What happens," I asked him, "if I try to escape?"

He paused before he answered. "The security team will catch you."

"There's an entire security team," I said, flatly. "Watching me."

A hesitation, then a nod.

I had my back against the arm of the sofa, legs half-curled, not stretched out. It's defensive body posture - I was well aware.

"We're not supposed to say much about the security arrangements," he added, unnecessarily.

I tilted my head back, and closed my eyes.

"Tomorrow we'll get you started on the new job," he continued. "I'll need you up and ready at 0700, at the latest."

"Yes, sir" - the words were a little extended, a little accentuated. Not quite sarcasm, but something very close.

Another hesitation, with his hand on the doorknob. "Don't try to escape," was all he said. He was gone, the door swishing shut behind him, before I had the chance to respond.