“Good choice, captain. Now run.”
She wasn’t looking at the proctors. She was looking up. Directly into the lens. Vaarbewijs4all
He closed his laptop. The woman in the raincoat was gone from the security feed. But his phone buzzed one last time. “Good choice, captain
Not the exam feed—the storage unit’s security camera. He had four cameras hidden in the fake ceiling tiles, watching the proctors who watched the candidates. But now the feed showed something else: a woman in a dark raincoat, standing exactly where Finn was supposed to be alone. Directly into the lens
He looked at the photo on his desk—his son, Lars, eight years old, missing two front teeth, holding a paper boat he’d folded himself. “Vaarbewijs4all,” Lars had written on the side. “Daddy’s boat school.”
“Take the real exam next week,” Finn said. “You might surprise yourself.”