Another screen, to the left of the view of the town, was occupied with the parsing of lines of code, the beta psychset they were currently investigating.
Three screens, on the side console, kept an electronic eye on sera’s friend Sam Whitely, at work on the construction site adjacent to–but not yet accessing–Wing One. Sam’s azi, Pavel, had a camera clipped to his collar and rarely left Sam for more than a brief errand. That afforded them a good constant view of Sam, who was not the sort to get into trouble in the first place.
The cameras gave them a view of everything and everyone they had to protect…a split screen kept an eye on Justin Warrick and his companion Grant ALX‑972, in their small office over in Education, where they were spending the day–it was where they were supposed to be on Thursdays.
They didn’t, however, have one to track Warrick senior–who was on no one’s trusted list, and who was the reason they didn’t want to present the files they were working on to Justin Warrick for review.
JordanWarrick. Therewas the problem that disturbed the whole house–and one reason they were anxious to improve sera’s general security. They weren’t a completely conjoined problem, Justin and Jordan. Jordan and Justin hadn’t met face to face since a notable argument some days ago. Jordan had mostly staved in his own apartment since, and had he attempted to crack a restricted level, the whole of Reseune would have twitched.
As it was, ReseuneSec just logged every keystroke, every request Jordan Warrick made of Library, and passed the collected information on. What the elder Warrick asked to access today were all generally published files two years old, so they raised no alarms. The actual content was for some specialist in Hicks’s office–ReseuneSec–to read, because they involved genetic expression, and for that maybe even ReseuneSec would have to ask one of the scientists.
Harmless? Probably. Not definitely, however.
There was also some indication the argument between the Warricks had abated somewhat: Jordan had sent a message to Justin this afternoon asking him to supper. Justin had refused to come. Another message had followed. Jordan had proposed a restaurant. They’d agreed to meet, so ReseuneSec informed them, via sera’s standing request for information about such contacts.
And if they passed a memo to sera to tell her that was going on, sera, in her current mood, would tell them back off, that Jordan Warrick was not her concern at the moment.
But then ReseuneSec, Hicks’s office, would move in on the meeting all on their own. And sera had told them to protect Justin, had she not?
It was like the other instructions this week–a scheduling problem.
“We could use boththese sets,” Florian said to his partner, regarding the two top candidate pairs. “They could be ready soonest. We could use the extra hands. And one more set than we planned gives us backup to handle a situation at the door. There’s that. Sera won’t mind the cost.”
“Which one should be senior, then?” Catlin asked. “I say BT‑384 and GJ‑2720.”
“Agreed.” BT‑384 and GJ‑2720, at twenty‑one, were younger than the other two, in fact–senior was always in terms of genetics, rank, and training, not birth‑order. But the BT‑384 geneset combined with the 348‑3498 psychset in fact did have an older history: five of that geneset‑psychset combo had been in the military: their complete records had been difficult to get. But by what they did get, all five priors had died in the Company Wars, two sets in the same action, attempting to rescue the company commander. Gallantly devoted and distinguished for courage under fire.
It would have been more commendable to have gotten themselves and their company commander out alive, in Florian’s way of thinking. Still…
“Agreed,” he said. BT‑384 and his partner were both security‑trained, beta and gamma in Green Barracks, where gamma was as low as they accepted. Both were older than Florian and Catlin were. GJ‑2720, female, was currently engaged in demolitions instruction, in the security wing, which was an asset, and a gamma tended to be steadier than most betas in that application. Demolitions was his own field, and he had a certain bias in favor of GJ‑2720.
BT‑384, their high‑end beta destined for majordomo, was surveillance, trained for a desk job, simple monitoring, but that meant good attention to detail, an asset.
None of their choices had at any time been in direct or traceable contact with Denys Nye, Yanni Schwartz, Giraud Nye, Jordan Warrick, Justin Warrick, or any of their staffs. No one had messed with the standard path in any recorded degree.
BT‑384 had a name. It was Theo. GJ‑2720 was Jory.
“Take their Contracts?” Catlin asked. “We might as well make a decision.”
“We’ll order initial tape for Domestic Supervision,” he said. That would call Theo BT‑384 and his partner Jory to the labs for what they might think was a routine training update. Instead, under a heavier sedation, a deepset tape would reorder their priorities and loyalties and bind them simply to their Contract. They would lose the focus they had, and gain a more general one, the knowledge they were to serve an important domestic situation somewhere, of some sort, together.
That would break their absolute focus on their current general assignment. It was–an azi could well remember–a disturbing and emotional experience. Theo and his partner had been destined for ReseuneSec. But they were about to run a ReseuneLabs household…a different world indeed. The walk they would take from the barracks to the labs where they would get their Contract would be a cold walk through absolute non‑existence.
It felt so good when the Contract turned out to be the answer to every study, every ambition, every hope of one’s life. Even knowing intellectually that the emotion was pre‑programmed in an azi, it still jolted everything, still evoked a response of absolute joy.
“Bring them here for all the specific skills tapes?” Catlin said, following his train of thought, as she did, without his quite uttering it. It was best to have that part done here, not exposing any of sera’s people to lab personnel.
No need to report the decisions to sera. Sera had told them handle it. They did.
They took Theo BT‑384 and Jory GJ‑2720 to be in charge of the household, Callie to be under their authority in domestic matters, but in charge of orders and supply, which would please Callie no end. They took the other set. Logan GL‑331, with his partner Hiro GH‑89, for general staff under Theo. Jory, and Callie, and then swept up two individual epsilons, Tomas and Spessy, for general cleaning and maintenance service, with a paired couple of thetas, Del and Joyesse, for maids of all work and sera’s personal wardrobe.
And most of all–the one find about which they’d had absolutely no doubt–two other betas, a paired set, Wyndham and Haze. Wyndham and Haze, both male, had been destined for a hotel in Novgorod, to run a very high‑end restaurant with a VIP security certificate–the CIT master chef intended to retire. The CIT chef and the hotel could wait another year. Sera had just gained one sure prize.
Staff might be a little crowded downstairs, given the number of rooms in the lower half of the apartment given over to storage. The CIT living space of the apartment was very large. Its travertine floors and high‑ceilinged rooms had easy room for a hundred CITs at a party. But the staff, all but themselves and Marco and Wes being resident in the downward L of main staff quarters, were going to need more beds than they had. Those had to be ordered.