Rayse walked into the precinct office of the Zygerus Circuit Security. She had been summoned to the office by her commanding officer, Commander Urether, for a new assignment and to meet her new partner. Rayse had been a beat cop, walking the streets of Zygerus in quadrant three, zone sixty-five, between Alsuria and Dearen, and Fodge and Hilkanz Streets in the suburb of Miltzenax.
With the firefight over and the Investigators and the kidnappers communicating with each other, Celcia approached the courtesy desk, where the unconscious executive was still sleeping off the effects of the placator pulse he was hit with in the meeting room. She looked at the little man in the expensive suit. Masblitz groaned and his eyes fluttered.
“He’s starting to wake up over here,” Celcia called out.
Nize and the pair of Investigators approached her. They surrounded the executive as he sat up, rubbing his head, and groaning in pain. “Hedridge Masblitz, I apologize for the way my former partner treated you, but I am not sorry for taking you into custody.”
Hedridge Masblitz was regaining more and more of his senses. Squinting up at Nize all he could say was “What? … Why?”
“We have evidence that you have been trading in company secrets, and the Zygerus Trade Commission wants to question you about some of your recent activities.”
“That’s insane,” Masblitz spat. “You’re out of your mind. Why would I do that?”
“I don’t know. All I know is that we have a warrant to retrieve you. The ZTC wants to get to the bottom of this,” Nize said. Then, he turned to Rayse and Xaxyn, and asked, “Do either of you have cuffs? It seems my ex-partner made off with mine.”
Xaxyn looked to Rayse and said, “Sure. Go ahead Rayse. Cuff him.”
Nize reached down and grabbed Masblitz by the arm and lifted him up. Rayse came around the executive and slapped the mag-cuffs on him. He thanked them and started marching the suspect toward the door. He stopped suddenly and turned to Celcia. “Say, girl. I saw how you reacted back there when the shooting started. You kept a cool head and even displayed some interesting gymnastics in getting out of the line of fire.”
Celcia smiled. “Thanks.”
“Well, if you ever find yourself growing tired of being a receptionist, and would like something a little more exciting, I could use a new partner. He reached into his belt and removed a business card. He handed over to Celcia and continued marching his prisoner out the front door, with Xaxyn and Rayse trailing behind them. He stopped short and said, “Oh. I almost forgot. He unclipped the visitor’s badge from his tunic and handed it back to her. Sorry about that.”
Celcia accepted the visitor’s badge, but she was more interested in the business cared. She studied it as if it held some secret that she needed to decode. His offer was enticing. It was certainly more exciting than the work she had been doing for the temp agency. Then, she looked around the lobby at the damage it had incurred during the gun fight. She sighed heavily and whispered to herself. “After today, I may require new employment.” She slipped the card into her pocket and went back to the receptionist’s desk. It was smoking from the placator blasts it had received during the shootout.
Celcia picked up the interoffice comm and dialed the extension for the maintenance department. “Hello. Maintenance? We have a bit of a mess down in the main lobby. Can you send down a repair crew?” She hung up the communicator and sat down in her chair. The damaged chair collapsed under her weight, sending her to the floor hard. “I hate this job,” she said.