Translations:Codex: Eight Clicks/41/en

His mouth hung open and he breathed slowly enough that he hardly made a sound. He took careful steps to avoid the squeak of rubber against tile. On top of an empty desk fifty feet away, squatting like a swatted fly, was his camera. Next to the desk were a pair of nurses. Their muzzles pointed past each other and they stood without moving, but by the measured clicking, he knew they were aware.