Until then though, I would watch
“What would you like us to do, ma’am,” the agent said on the other end of the line.
Liza watched the crawl of images and words on the wall of screens before her. The images sped by but she took it all in. She would make her decisions based on the information she saw. Using it and statistical analysis Liza made decisions for a variety of scenarios occurring in real time around the world. It all occurred in rapid fire succession over and over again all day every day.
The statistics were only a small part of her decision making. She used them, but she didn’t always follow them. The ultimate decision was always hers.
It took more than mathematics to predict human behavior because there were too many factors that could change the pattern in a blink of an eye.
“Take him, and tag him, then call me,” Liza said into the phone before ending the call.
Standing she stretched before walking away from the desk. However, before she did, she hit a button beneath it to signal her second in command that she was not monitoring.
The screens had to be watched at all times. Whether by her or someone else, 24/7 there were eyes on them making decisions about everything from court cases to war room strategies. She had trained a few to watch for her, but none that she trusted implicitly. No one she trusted who would look for what she looked for and report to her the most pertinent information.
The cameras she watched were beamed to her from satellites high in the sky. They each gave a view that was necessary and needed to be watched. That’s who she was- a Watcher and she was the best.
Liza’s only worry at this point was that she didn’t have a replacement- yet. Every watcher had to choose someone because there was so much to learn. Her time to choose was coming soon.
As she’d been chosen, Liza had to choose so the grooming could begin. The Master watcher before her was the Mastermind. With his death she took his place, as he’d always known she would. She was the only one who knew what he knew and that knowledge he’d passed to her was invaluable. Liza knew now it was the real reason she’d been kept alive even after she’d run.
She regretted nothing though.
Liza knew when her replacement came of age and learned all they could learn she’d probably suffer a similar fate all watchers had. With the enormous weight of responsibility inevitably came resentment, and that resentment had to be spent.
This was not a job of love it was one of necessity. Emotions were not a part of it, could not be. They did what they had to because someone had to do it.
They had relationships with every government; every organization that made sure the world woke up in the morning and went to sleep at night. They kept order of the entire mess. Without them there would be chaos.
They did what they did so the world could keep turning with clean hands and a clear mind.
They were the boogeymen that controlled the things that went bump in the night, and created the bumps.
Returning to her desk Liza hit the red button once again and the screens brightened just a fraction brighter signaling she was back to the others. There was one in particular she was interested in.
In the far right corner two rows over there was a screen in color. It had been years, three in fact since she’d begun watching the family smiling into the camera. Using the wireless mouse, Liza pulled the screen closer then hit the volume.
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Kayla, happy birthday to you.” Liza watched as little Kayla cooed reaching for the birthday cake sitting in front of her.
Her parents Blackfoot and Trina stood over her as her chubby little golden-brown hands squeezed the cake between her fingers then into her mouth.
Liza smiled as she heard other voices. There was Zuri smiling at her baby sister and Liza heard Leena’s loud voice from somewhere off camera.
A moment later Leena passed by in her new beau’s embrace. They looked so happy and at peace. Smiling, Liza watched for longer than she intended but she couldn’t help herself.
She’d done that. For the rest of her life if nothing else she knew she’d brought her sister happiness and something she’d never have- a family of her own.
Liza pulled the screen to the front not ready to turn away just yet. She monitored all of the hot spots around the world, but her eyes kept returning to the scene in the Davenport’s kitchen, and little Kayla.
She was a beautiful brown eyed little girl. She had her mama’s good looks, and her father’s curiosity.
That one’s going to be fierce, Liza found herself thinking once again of the little girl. Again and again her eyes returned to the screen until it went dark as the family moved from the kitchen to their bedrooms for the night.
Liza hadn’t approved more cameras in the house- not yet. She’d given the new family their privacy, but she would- eventually.
Little Kayla had just turned two, but she was already making plans for her niece. She was a healthy little girl, but there was something in her eyes she could already see.
Her intelligence and strength made her stand out. Kayla was a fighter just like her auntie. Like every fighter, they had to be taught of their potential. Just as she was taught, Liza would have to teach Kayla.
Not now, of course. They had time, but Liza knew there would come a day when she would introduce Kayla to what she would become.
Until then though, she would watch.
When the time was right, then Liza would reveal herself, and teach Kayla who she really was. The best Watcher Central had ever seen.