Re: trailer park: alex and mal
Mal was plugging the small camera into the hole, not much more than a lens, a few attached wires, and small battery and a chip. By the time he was done, the wires were neatly wrapped around the other components, and nothing was visible except a small, shiny camera lens around the size of a dime. It blended in nicely with the shadows near the ceiling.
He made quick work of it, applying a little removable adhesive to the sides of the lens for a nice, secure fit. And he was holding it in place, with his back to Alex, when he brought up passing him his number again.
Mal took it in stride. He still wasn't totally sure what the intention had been there, and he just chuckled a little. "No need to be self-deprecating," he said, releasing the lens at last. "That was a better move than I've pulled in years."
He turned around again, picking up the second camera. "I'll get a good high angle by the bed. Where have they been leaving the things?" He ran over the collection with his eyes again, and something prickled the back of his neck. Knowing the collection had been brought here for Alex gave it an entirely different feeling - like totems of some distant and unknown meaning. "Why do you keep them?" he asked, looking at Alex again.