Yesterday, 08:55 PM
== NRC – PO3 Bailey Crescent – Security ==
Bailey frowned the more she scanned the quarters. Something was very wrong here. Scanning her own hand to confirm the tricorder was working, and then cautiously scanning back toward Wright and the Chief, she only frowned deeper.
She again scanned the main living room just to be sure, then moved toward the bedroom and en-suite. The whole exercise took about four minutes to complete.
Her conclusion. If it wasn't for his luggage and that comm badge Wright had found on entering. Had this Tomer even been here?
The scan registered the three women present. DNA scans were a standard setting on tricorders. A medical device would be more suited for a precision scan, but even this standard tricorder if tuned properly could detect even trace samples. And one thing people did, was leave traces. Everywhere.
Nothing. Not on the sofa. Not on the bed. Not on the replicator. Not in the bathroom, and not even on his luggage.
Turning back to her superiors, she waited for a break in their conversation before she reported her findings.
“This Tomer is a ghost. Either this room has been scrubbed on the microscopic level, or he has never been here. At all.”
Bailey frowned the more she scanned the quarters. Something was very wrong here. Scanning her own hand to confirm the tricorder was working, and then cautiously scanning back toward Wright and the Chief, she only frowned deeper.
She again scanned the main living room just to be sure, then moved toward the bedroom and en-suite. The whole exercise took about four minutes to complete.
Her conclusion. If it wasn't for his luggage and that comm badge Wright had found on entering. Had this Tomer even been here?
The scan registered the three women present. DNA scans were a standard setting on tricorders. A medical device would be more suited for a precision scan, but even this standard tricorder if tuned properly could detect even trace samples. And one thing people did, was leave traces. Everywhere.
Nothing. Not on the sofa. Not on the bed. Not on the replicator. Not in the bathroom, and not even on his luggage.
Turning back to her superiors, she waited for a break in their conversation before she reported her findings.
“This Tomer is a ghost. Either this room has been scrubbed on the microscopic level, or he has never been here. At all.”
