He climbed the ladder to the walkway near the top of the wall and peered over the edge as he lifted a weapon, his intention to look intimidating. One glance showed him two cars and a van in line, waiting to be searched before entering the first gate. He sighed. It was boring walking the wall but it was better than staring at the ceiling from his bed.
* * * * *
Katrina was excited as she drove through the first set of gates at New Species Homeland and hit the down button on her window. She already had her identification out, having shown it to the first guard. It had passed inspection, being an official license. She also had a full background cover. A second guard approached her driver’s side window.
It fascinated her that all the NSO officers were completely covered, from their combat boots to their gloved hands and tinted face shields. She studied the person intently but couldn’t see a hint of skin. The broad shoulders, tall frame and bulky arms implied it was a male but she had no way to tell if he was human or New Species. It was a brilliant tactic to prevent protestors or potential threats from distinguishing the exact identity of each guard.
“Hi. I’m Kathryn Decker but call me Kat. I’m from the crime lab in Bakersfield. I’m the consultant.”
He accepted her license and touched the communication device attached to his ear. He spoke softly enough that she couldn’t hear the words. It would be procedure to verify her identity once again and that she was expected at Homeland. She glanced at the gates that closed behind her and looked toward the second one about fifty yards in front of her. There was plenty of space separating the sides of her rental car from a guard shack and more walls.
“So you wave people through the first gates one vehicle at a time and recheck them in this area?”
He slid his glove up the side of his protective headgear but said nothing.
“Sorry. I’m just curious. I’m with the crime lab, remember?”
The guard released his earpiece and handed back her license. “You need to pull up there and leave the engine running. Our team has to go over your car and then we need to search you. A female will do that. Just step out of your vehicle and she’ll meet with you.” He pointed to marks that had been painted on the pavement.
She accepted her license and drove forward. It put her dead center in the open space. It made sense. They’d have room to go over the vehicle and it was a good blast zone if anyone drove explosives inside. She put the car in park and exited the vehicle.
A second guard stepped outside the shack and approached. Kat surveyed the person from head to foot—exact outfit, no unique marks, generic identity. The figure was tall and fit but there was noticeably less shoulder and arm mass. The woman’s breasts were hidden under the thick Kevlar vest. She wouldn’t have guessed her sex if she hadn’t been told to expect a female.
Kat’s heart rate increased with excitement at the prospect of having interaction with one of the New Species women. They were elusive and not much was known about them. No photographs had ever surfaced and no one knew what they looked like. She grinned. “Hi.”
The figure paused a few feet from her. “Why are you so happy?” The voice was a little gruff but definitely that of a woman.
“I’m just happy to be here. I’m really looking forward to getting to know New Species. I’m Kat Decker from the crime lab in Bakersfield.”
“I’m aware of who you are. We’re looking forward to your classes.” Her tone softened. “I love crime shows.”
“It’s not exactly the same as you see on television. Those shows have a lot of high-tech equipment that we don’t really use.”
“Oh.”
“The classes will be fun though. I spent two days reviewing things to teach.” Kat didn’t want to disappoint the NSO. She might be there under false pretenses but she’d decided to make the most of it. Robert Mason could kiss her ass if he thought she was going to follow his exact orders. She’d view it as a vacation of sorts, one where she got to interact with New Species and share some of her knowledge on how to combat the latest criminal trends.
“We don’t frighten you?”
“Only if you plan on kicking my ass because you all appear to be in really good shape.”
The tall woman laughed. “I’m Rusty.”
“Is it bad manners to offer to shake hands?”
Rusty offered a gloved hand. “Nope.”
Kat shook it. “NSO stands for New Species Organization, right?”
Rusty nodded. “When in uniform it also stands for New Species Officer. Take your pick. We’re good at adapting.”
“Very cool.”