Re: trailer park: alex and mal
He hadn't been in anyone's house that had a stack of cassettes in it as long as he could remember. Like the Walkman, it would have struck him as hipstery if he didn't know better.
Fortunately, perhaps, he didn't know an arrow hole from any other kind. Glancing around the trailer, the holey yellow shirt only caught his notice as much as anything else did.
He didn't give Alex too much time to worry about what to offer him. He'd been raised to always offer something when someone came to visit and never to expect it of anyone else. He started unpacking straightaway, producing a small, opaque bag of black plastic, number of long cords tied nearly with rubber bands, a small black box about the size of a credit card, and a power drill.
"You can talk to me," he proposed, with a small, wry smile. "And we can angle it discreetly to the side of the bed." He lifted the drill. "If you want the cameras extremely hidden, I can drill some small holes. I have some good removable adhesive, otherwise. The cords are white, they should be unobtrusive enough. This," he lifted the small square object, "Will feed the footage back to a server at my shop. I'll auto generate the password and have it sent to you directly from the software. That means only you will have it, and I won't be able to look at it unless you come over and show me or give me the password. You'll be able to access the footage remotely by connecting to the local wifi network it generates and logging in with the password, or by coming round to visit and logging on directly to the server."
Despite his, shall we say, black hat tendencies? Mal believed strongly in the ordinary citizen's right to privacy. Corporations and governments were not individuals, sadly for them. And on a human level, he didn't want Alex to think he was creeping on him.