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Interlude- The TSA and other woes of Isabel Rochev
Isabel Rochev was NOT a happy woman as she waited in the customs line of Metropolis' Luthor Airport. The week had started off bad enough with a major cyber attack against Stellmoor International which, among other things, had wiped her access from every program, every building, and everything her job required her to use. Then she had gotten a call from her landlord telling her that her rent check had bounced. When she called the bank to demand answers, they told her that she had authorized transfers of almost every cent she had to various off shore accounts, where it had vanished. It had taken three days to convince the bank that she hadn't actually authorized those transfers and that she had been robbed.
And now, more to get her out of the main offices so she couldn't complain anymore, Stellmoor had sent Isabel back to the United States to see about some recent acquisitions in Metropolis. Isabel tapped her foot impatiently as the line slowly inched forward, and twenty minutes later she was in so foul a mood that her glare alone should have been able to melt steel. Finally the person in front of her was cleared, and Isabel moved up to the counter, glaring at the attendant as she slid her passport over the counter.
"Business or personal, Miss Rochev?" he asked as he inspected her passport.
"Business." Isabel replied shortly.
"Anything to declare?" the man asked.
"No." she ground out.
The man set the passport on a small scanner and scanned in her photo. In less than three seconds the phot was being scanned by facial recognition software- and a moment later the screen flashed with the message 'A.R.G.U.S. Security Alert'. The man frowned at his screen. "My computer's frozen." He lied calmly. "Can you hold on a sec? I'll be right back."
Isabel let out a huff of annoyance. As the attendant walked away she pulled out her phone to call ahead to the office to let them know she would be late. She dialed the number, but a moment later she got an automated message in reply.
'Your service has been disconnected due to lack of payment. Please contact your provider to update your payment options….'
Isabel looked down at her phone in shock. She had just paid the damn bill last week! How could this week get any worse…
"Down on the ground, down, down!" a guard yelled, drawing his weapon and running up to Isabel. He stood right behind her as other patrons screamed in fright and dropped to the ground, holding his gun almost flush against her head. "Put your hands on your head!" he ordered. "I said, hands on your head, lady. I will shoot you." He warned.
In shock, Isabel haltingly put her hands to her head. But as she made to turn around, she was taken down by another guard HARD. She laid there, dazed, as they gave her a thorough pat down and then put her in cuffs. As they hauled her back to her to her feet and led her away, only one thought managed to make it into her stunned brain.
'You had to ask…'
To Be Continued