Mackey Chandler

A snippet from “They Said it would be Easy” Raw unedited copy as all snippets are here

“If we’re going to do much business on Home I have a sneaky feeling we should know who that man is,” the second in charge on their team said as they walked away.
“Because he had automated security?” the leader asked. “Dude, anybody stacking gold bars in his entry has reason to have some serious security. We may never see him again. In fact if the lady had been home we’d have never seen him today.”
“We don’t know they were gold bars.”
“Yeah, somebody dropped a few hundred thousand dollars to kick priority freight off the pre-paid queue on the next shuttle lifting, and have it couriered by crew for never-leave-your-sight delivery to their door, for tungsten bars. That’s the only other thing that would be that heavy.”
“Well, probably gold bars,” the second admitted. He was the sort who would argue the sky wasn’t blue if he hadn’t seen it today. “I’d still like you to ask. You have helmet pix of him don’t you?”
“Yes, I’ll ask just to humor you,” he said. His pad had a one touch to contact his superiors.
“Control this is Thad. Coming off armed escort to a delivery on Home for Larson Lines. We are done and no problems. There was a person of interest to us. He made my partner nervous,” he said, getting a dig in. “No name was given, but here is his face off my helmet camera.”
They had run searches on faces before. Sometimes it was hours before they got a reply. This time they got as far as the lift at the end of the corridor and Thad get a priority squeal in his ear.
“This is Earl Sasser, Vice President for Operations Asia. The gentleman in your images is regarded as a DO-NOT-TOUCH. That includes anyone associated with him or any location or activity observed. You are not to engage him or interfere with him, nor associate the company with him in any way even if in your opinion it is in a positive manner. Actions on behalf of a client do not extend to interacting with this man for them. You are instructed to wipe your camera memory of him, forget you saw him and do not engage in idle gossip or conversation about him on or off duty in the future. Do you have any other questions?”
It seemed like a really bad time to have any questions. “No sir. Thank you.”
The contact ended without any more pleasantries.
“Dude, wipe your camera, then wipe your brain. We don’t know the guy, we never saw him or his, and we don’t ever want to have anything to do with him. VP Ops says he is do-not-touch. Got it?”
“Wow… Got it.”

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