It was quiet. A string of news stories about contracts' deaths was halted by silence. Maybe the public felt as if it was the calm before the storm. Maybe they were growing to forget. Prometheus was banking on the latter. Because you heard nothing, didn't mean that there was nothing underneath the surface.
It was no surprise that Akira Sera died of an overdose. It was inevitable. Prometheus swept it under the rug as an unrelated incident.
Natalie Wells had been in a dark place for years, drinking herself closer to death's embrace ever since Jade Bellamy replaced her as the blonde femme fatale.
But it's tonight that things are back in full swing, and it's different this time. The messages were taken down, but I know what I saw on my phone. I wasn't even in the office when I saw my twitter feed pop up a message from @susie.
It took another five minutes before another tweet was posted.
That silence that followed was only one-sided. Retweets piled up quicker than Prometheus could handle. I wasn't the only one that saw them, and the whole office knows about it.
I have to go. Ms. Samson is calling me, now. It's going to be a long night. Just promise me you'll be safe. I'm scared there will be more.