June 29, 2014Posted by on
‘What do you mean you can’t send the biometrics’?
‘Because there aren’t any sarge, there’s no response from the body’.
Irritated, Sami wondered how Qasi managed to make sergeant and how much they actually knew. Apart from monitoring her biometrics was it possible they knew what she was thinking? Now there’s a scary thought.
‘Enough thinking Sami! Find that microchip’
Momentarily startled, but knowing that Qasi monitored everything that she saw and heard, Sami dismissed notions of her thoughts being read. She just wished she could be phlegmatic as her partner Jon seemed to be. He made her think of Appleby from the well-thumbed copy of Catch 22 she’d found. Or was it Orr? No – he was definitely an Appleby, at home in a bureaucracy.
‘We’ve scanned the body a number of times sarge, may be there isn’t be an embedded biometric microchip’.
‘Nonsense there has to be! Are you sure your scanner’s working’?
‘We’ve used both mine and Jon ‘s, and checked them each against our own EBMs. You must know that!’.
Ignoring Sami’s last remark Sergeant Qasi said curtly, ‘Stay there I’m sending a scene recovery unit to you’.
Sami had seen enough low graders to put this body somewhere in group F. You didn’t need a body scan to work that out. The shabby clothes, unkempt hair, the dirt and the smell were a give-away and there was no bonus for investigating a group F, dead or alive. She scanned the body again. There was no sign of a biometric microchip, only a faint scar where it should be, but no response, that was odd.
‘All we need is a a body disposal unit sarge’.
‘That’s my decision Trooper, just do your job. Without an EBM scan we don’t know the body’s group. You’d better hope the SRU doesn’t find the EBM. Just make sure nothing happens to that body and the scene is secured’.
Shit! thought Sami, Trooper! I’ve really pissed Qasi off this time. She glanced at Jon who was smiling. His post-patrol debriefs must be really simple, explaining her biometrics to the analyst was always an ordeal. It was something she never discussed with anyone as it was impossible to know who you could trust, in this job or any other. She trusted Jon with her life but not with her thoughts about their job. Perhaps everyone’s biometrics were constantly monitored. Perhaps everyone gets analyzed when their biometrics are suspect. Although, she didn’t know anyone outside of the force this had happened to, then it’s unlikely that anyone would say it had.
Not caring who heard her, she said. ‘Shit’! We’re going to be here all night with the SRU, there goes our bonus, and no bonus for the time we’re gong spend on this low grader’. She looked at Jon who, smiling at her, didn’t respond.
Heaving a long sigh of exasperation Sergeant Qasi picked up her coffee and leaned back in her chair thinking, but who is guarding the guardians?