"Keep moving, human." Garrus ordered to the male in his custody. The Turian C-Sec Officer was already aggravated by the mixture of both the negative comments that the suspect gave him during the arrest at the Markets and the navigation through the crowds of the Wards to get him back to Headquarters.
"I'm moving as fast as I can, man!" The male in custody snapped back sharply. "You Turians sure like to pick on us humans! I'm sick of this! We won the war, skull face!" He stumbled as he was unable to keep up with the Garrus' quick pace from behind.
"Again with this?" Vakarian rolled his eyes. He almost wished he had a cred chip for every time a human accused him for being racist and in addition, they had to throw in how the Turians were "defeated" in the War. Garrus would like to think that the humans didn't win, but they were appeased by the Council and it was a ceasefire. Despite the Relay 314 Incident being twenty-four years ago, the humans always seemed to bring it up like it just happened to get their way. "Their glorious victory," The Turian mused and almost couldn't keep the smile from spreading across his tiny lips.
The Turian at the processing desk lifted his head from the data pad he was reviewing previously to greet the arriving officer. "Well, well, Vakarian. Another one already today?" The officer was darker grey in skin tone and unlike Garrus he didn't have any markings on his face to present his clan. He was what was known as "bareface" to the Turian culture and usually the barefaces were distrusted among their species. It was very unordinary for a bareface to hold a position at C-Sec because of the rumors.
"Another one?" The man laughed in anger when he stopped in front of the desk, he turned his head back to his captor. "Let me guess, a human too?"
"Disorderly Conduct." Garrus ignored the man's comment as he addressed the other Turian.
"Disorderly?" The man shouted back even more furious as he pivoted around to have more direct contact, but before he could manage even a sixty degree turn on his heels, Garrus grabbed both of his arms and slammed him down over the desk knocking data pads all over the floor. The processing Turian wheeled back in his chair somewhat surprised by the change of events.
"You really do not want to make this harder do you?" Garrus kept the man pinned with his lower body weight as his talons remained gripped firmly on the arms.
"You treat all the prisoners like this or just us?" The man spat as he desperately tried to turn his head to the side to look up at Vakarian as best as he could.
It took every ounce of will power in Garrus at that point to keep himself calm. "Listen, I witnessed you threatening a local vendor at the Markets. That act is classified as Disorderly Conduct despite what species you are. Now, are you going to relax or do I need to add more charges on you?"
The male disregarded Garrus' request and kept his body tense as he turned his head to the right side to finally get a better look up. "Sure! You just said that because he was a Turian vendor," He scoffed. "What about theft? Huh? Fraud? That up there somewhere?"
"We already went over this up at the Markets," The arresting C-Sec officer sighed. "I found no evidence to show that the vendor stole your money. Your bank statement revealed you made a purchase; however, it does not state what item and the vendor's rules are reasonable in that you have to have a proof of purchase to support a claim for a refund."
"That wasn't told to me!"
"It was on the proof of purchase at the time of sale, if you had kept it.
Regardless, it still doesn't justify in you threatening his life over it."
"I'll let the Terra Firma party know about this injustice!" Irate, the man struggled more this time, almost catching Garrus off guard, but he tightened his talons causing the male to scream in pain.
"Put him in the holding cell and I'll get the paperwork done." The other officer replied as he pointed to the temporary holding cell located across the hall.
"My pleasure," Garrus lifted up his prisoner not giving the man a chance to get his footing as he half dragged him across the hall to the holding cell. Once the door slid open, he wasted no time and shoved him inside. He wasn't going to wait on a chance for the male to put up a fight with him.
The male stumbled into the cell barely falling over and then wheeled back around at Garrus one last time. "I'll get my attorney and sue! This is abuse!"
"Be sure to give him my name, human." Closing the door, Garrus Vakarian let his finger rest on the door security control panel and took another sigh of relief. Some days he really hated his job…
Passing several officers questioning victims for reports, Garrus walked as swiftly as he could towards the area of C-Sec which contained his desk. Sometimes he didn't know what was worse, working behind the desk or being out among the people. After today, he would choose the former before the latter. The humans were yelling racism after every arrest, but what good example have they presented to the Academy for officer potential? Harkin? "Drunken bastard…" He grumbled under his breath replying to his own question. Sorting through the data pads that were on his desk about minor reports he worked that day for his review, his blue eyes paused at the holo frame of his father that was set properly and precisely on the right corner edge of his desk. His eyes lingered on the image: His father standing proudly in his C-Sec uniform decorated with badges and pins of every distinct honor there could ever be on the force.
Before he had time to really drown himself in the comparison between himself and his father, a familiar voice spoke over the edge of his desk. "Glad to see you that you're finally back at your desk, Vakarian."
Looking up, a beige color Turian with white facial tattoos chuckled at the young Turian officer sitting behind the desk. "Lieutenant Chellick, what brings you to this part of C-Sec? I thought you were on your way to becoming a Detective."
"Heard that you like pissing off humans." Chellick smirked, "Well at least that is what I hear on the streets."
"I am only doing my job!" Garrus growled defensively, slamming his fist on the desk.
"Ease up, Rookie."
"Harkin can get away with beating suspects during interrogations, but I raise my voice to one human and I'm being too 'rough?'" Clenching his mandible, Garrus looked up at the fellow officer.
"That's because Harkin has the special protection of the Council," Chellick rolled his eyes. "You don't get the same luxury so cool it or Pallin will be all over you." Slipping a data pad from his uniform coat, he slid it across the desk before the young officer. "Take a look at this and give me a preliminary report of your findings in 1400 hours."
It only took Garrus a few seconds to skim over the pad before setting it back down. "Black market?" The tone of his voice indicated that he was appalled by the assignment.
"Could be serious," Chellick protested as he stared right back at him.
Aggravated and feeling like it was a blow to him and more red tape, Garrus scooted back in his chair from the desk in disbelief. "Am I being demoted?"
"Pallin just wants you to lay low for awhile until the Terra Firma party backs off. His office has been slammed with complaint calls. I won't lie to you; the members want you reprimanded immediately."
"I am being demoted," Garrus shot back. "I don't believe this." He stood up from his desk, knocking the holo image of his father face down. So much for standing up to his father's standards.
"Where are you going?" Chellick asked in bewilderment, completely caught off guard by Garrus' reaction to the request.
"I'm going to have a chat with Pallin about this assignment. Excuse me." He sidestepped around the higher ranking officer, but found himself blocked as Chellick moved into his path.
The other Turian's golden pupils stared right back at him. "Think about what you are doing, Garrus. Don't be a hothead."
"I know exactly what I'm doing, Lieutenant." Garrus sized him up as he kept his fists clenched. "Research is what officers do coming out fresh from the academy; I think my years with the force show that I'm more qualified than this assignment."
"Fine…" Chellick cupped his face with his hand in defeat. "You know what? Leave from your shift, and go to Flux for a few hours. But you come to my office afterwards. I'll give you the report and I'll put in the request to make you the investigating officer in charge. Will you at least do that?"
Hesitating for a few moments, considering the urgent request of his fellow comrade, Garrus nodded his head in silent acceptance. He leaned down and punched a few keys into his terminal to sign himself off duty. "Why are you doing this, Chellick?"
"I think you're a damn good officer and I think you are making mistakes bucking heads with the Executor." Then the beige Turian smiled, "Besides, if your case is serious enough it may be turned over to my sector for further investigation."
"You like to work the angles don't you?" Garrus muttered as he walked passed to head out to Flux.