She searched once more, following links to website after website, delving down paths not trodden for many years. All she found were articles about the accident. Headlines read, 'Freak accident causes explosion,' 'One big blast but no lives lost,' 'Power disaster leaves lives intact.' There was no hint of foul play, no mention of G4S. Martha had then moved on to details of the unrest, particularly the Dunbas brothers. But her trail went cold. Well, cold would make it appear as if it had been warm. There was nothing, no sign. Even if it were a cover up, there would be discrepancies, parts of the story that made little sense. But no, everything appeared above board, everything told her that G4S and the Dunbas brothers did not exist. Had Ukrit played her? Played for time by sending her on a wild goose chase? Only one person could answer those questions, Ukrit himself. It was time to pay him another visit.

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The door would not open, Martha tried to grasp it and slide it aside in her frustration, but there was nothing to purchase. Yes it was early, yes her inability to sleep had made her come in even earlier than usual, but Ukrit was surely here. He was always here. Martha paced up and down, flexing the muscles in her legs, tightening those in her arms, clenching fists and teeth. She needed to deal with this, needed to find out the truth and, like anyone with drive and passion, needed to do it now. She struck the door with her fist, there was not so much a clang as a dull thud that showed how thick this metal was. If anyone attacked Princips, offices could double up as panic rooms. As the punch did not make her feel any better, she felt a kick might help. Two things made her wish she had not, the pain in her foot and the voice that said, "can I help you?"

"Erm...well...err," Martha stuttered. She waved her hands about as if casting a spell that would make words appear in her mouth.

The young man standing in front of her allowed her time to formulate a response, but no amount gave Martha the ability to form anything coherent.

With concerned etched across his face, the man raise his hand and scratched his nose. His grimace turned to a smile, "oh, of course, best not to say." He pressed his watch, almost immediately a clunking told that the door had been unlocked.

Martha nodded her thanks, stepping towards the room. The door slid open, allowing her access to the office beyond. Ukrit was not here yet, in other circumstances Martha may have been proud to have beaten him in, especially as she worked in a different department, but these were strange times, ones where celebrating such inane achievements felt somehow disrespectful.

With nothing else to do but wait for Ukrit, Martha decided to take a look at his files. Maybe he had something hidden away, deep within his file structures, that would tell her if he was lying. For once she was glad that Princips kept computers stationed in each office, a dying system that most companies had done away with. You were able to access everything from your watch so why have actual computers installed? Princips was so worried about data getting into the wrong hands that all files had to be kept on-site, if you wanted to work from home you needed to dial into your own computer via an app rather than accessing everything from browser based programs. Connection settings were placed into each employee's watch by the Technology and Digital Resources team so no one in the company could pass on details to those outside. As well as this, every connection session, every click, every data packet, was logged and placed within a database. Another way Princips tried to control what the world did. Some worker's computers were not bolted down, instead being given tablets, these could be taken anywhere within Princips run buildings but not exit the building, alarms went off frequently as employees placed the mini computers in bags and then forgot they had them. The only two ways to get information out were to be an expert hacker with the ability to disguise their point of entry, or to take the old fashioned route of physically breaking in, if you managed to disabled your location chip that is.

All this security played into Martha's hands. She picked up the tablet that lay at a perfect right angle to the desk, neatness another of Ukrit's overriding habits. The screen sprang into life at the sense of motion, the Princips logo fading into view. Martha placed her thumb onto the screen, the logo shook violently before returning to the slow fade in and out, it was a more subtle way of saying 'ACCESS DENIED.' She held it to her eyes, but the table again rejected her request.

Martha was about to place the tablet on the table when a deliciously cheeky plan popped into her head. The man outside had changed his mind when scratching his nose, he must be part of the team to oust Kendra. As there was no point being tentative, Martha strode from the office, walking with purpose toward the young man, his back to Martha in the open plan office. She almost panicked on noticing another worker sat at a similarly generic workstation a few metres away, a crop of golden hair poking over the low cubicle dividers. The worker looked up, smiling at Martha. Trying to exude confidence, Martha smiled back and gave an over exaggerated nod. When she reached the man, she knelt down, using the partitions to shield herself from the blonde-haired worker. Now this felt like a mission with a time limit, adrift in enemy territory, a spy that needed to complete her quest before arousing suspicion.

"Ukrit forgot to give me access to his computer," she whispered, the lie rolling easily off her tongue as the pressure of the situation made her more bold.

The man nodded, giving the slightest move of his head toward Ukrit's office. He rose quickly and made his way. Martha followed, looking back to the golden haired worker, who was now engrossed in some tedious task. She thanked whatever god looked over them, then focused solely on the office. Inside the man held the tablet, as Martha entered he handed it over. Whatever settings he had changed, he had done in an impressively quick time. "I have just logged you in, not set up access, so if it locks you will need to find me again. We don't want anyone to know you have been on this tablet, best we cover our tracks in case those upstairs are listening." He pointed upwards with his thumb before making a quick exit.

Martha moved back to the leather chair, spinning slightly as she sat back, if she was to find out something controversial, best to do it in comfort. The first five minutes were spent scrolling through information she already knew, interspersed with pictures of Ukrit's family or flyers and memos for events long since gone. Despite technological advances, so-called temporary files still clogged up systems. About to give up and worried Ukrit would meander in and catch her red-handed, something caught her eye. Opening a word processing program, the fifth file down the recently opened list shone like a beacon, it was named by just one word, 'vote.'

Upon opening it she nearly gasped, it contained screenshots from a conversation between two people, HappyFarmer and Overlord161. The old style messenger windows contained in the screenshots told of a plan to rig the vote, clearly one user worked in one of the technical departments at Princips. The other could not so easily be recognised, but from the tone and urgency appeared to be someone high up. At the end of the document were technical details that Martha did not pretend to understand. They must have been important, or else they would not have been included.

Martha's first thought was that Ukrit had intercepted this communication, that it had links to Kendra's plans. But then she wondered why he had not put it in the shared folder, why he wanted to keep it from the rest of the group? Maybe the technical details showed how to contact the perpetrator? The technology shown was old and unable to be attached to a Princips' network. But why have the screenshots if all you wanted to do was contact them again? Something did not add up, something was wrong, but Martha could not put her finger on it. The only thing she knew was that she could not confront Ukrit just yet, not until she had considered this new development. Not wanting to leave a trail, she decided not to copy the files, instead using the camera app on her watch to capture images of the conversation. Once done she logged off. Placing the tablet at perfect right angles to the desk she left the room, making sure to lock the door. As she scurried through corridors to the exit of the building, she prayed she did not bump in Ukrit, her mind too full of conspiracy theories to make up a coherent lie.