Lost In Transit (EN) (P:A)

The two Security Forces men continued to monitor Fred. They were going about switching floppies and making some resolution adjustments, when the hotline telephone rang.

Farret picked the handset, and answered as he was closer. "Hello, this is Technical Sergeant Farret speaking. Report."

The operator replied. "Border agents already in position, they claim the perimeter sensor array detects the transport to be in range. Civilian contact enroute to the area."

"Copy that." The officer acknowledged, putting the handset back.

In the meanwhile. They continued to monitor the bus carrying their asset, keeping a close eye as it stopped in the inumerous bus points in its way before continuing. Bargues turned on a second and a third monitor, displaying the border checkpoint, and casino respectively, both of which were inside city limits.

Finally, the bus would arrive at the checkpoint. Said control zone was directly connected to the large wall blocking off Anchorage. The commuter came to a stop, as security agents surrounded the vehicle.

The lead officer carrying a megaphone knocked on the driver's door, causing the driver to open it. He then would board, before approaching the device to his mouth and beginning to speak in it. "All passengers, protogen and human, are required to leave the vehicle for a mandatory screening in an orderly manner. Prepare to present your documentation."

Two border guards in ballistic vests, and black uniforms began to escort the passengers inside the border complex, making two single file lines, one human, and the other protogen, Fred, would be included in the process.

The bus driver, now with their vehicle empty of citizens, drove inside the border gate, where the commuter would be evaluated.

The lead inspector would bring the amplifier next to his mouth once again, before notifying. "Right. You all may come one by one into your respective processing booths, and follow the guard's instructions, you will surrender any and all weapons or work tools at on entrance."

As he said, the sliding doors of the booths would open up. Each individual to enter would be greeted by an entrance guard, asking for weapons to be surrendered. One by one, the lines would slowly move.

The courier protogen stood in his place, moving as the other protogens ahead of him did. The cold doesn't necessarily affect him, nor the others. He looked ahead of him, to see the line, before being poked by someone behind him.

"Burœdnær?" The male voice said, in some kind of language of their own kind. Gently pulling down his turtleneck, revealing the tattooed serial, that would cause Fred to blush in embarrassment, as the tattoos were seen as something fairly more private and to be seen at specific moments.

Fred, now partially blushing, turned to the individual, finding him to be a Kintetsu Manager Protogen, way elderly than him. He immediately got rid of his visor expression to still sound professional and entered a more formal position. "Manager-"

"Ræstar Quæto." He said, moving it back up before taking his hand off his underling's necklace, covering the serial. He spoke english this time. "No significant improvements in your creole knowledge."

The underling entered a more relaxed position. "My objective here is to deliver a client their cargo. I did not expect your presence." He seemed still a bit confused, prompting a question to his superior. "If it is appropriate for my entity to question. Was that necessary?"

Both moved as the line began shorting up, their time was coming slowly, but both could still chat a bit. "Your feelings towards an old tradition is irrelevant." Said his manager, referring to the act of revealing the serial tattoos, before continuing. "To what destination would you be heading? I am in conditions of providing you transportation."