The Monitor by Paul Heingarten

Author:Paul Heingarten [Heingarten, Paul]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Science, Fiction, Dystopia
Publisher: Decatur Media
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

7

A few weeks passed since the incident over the border. The bulletins from Lucien came less often, but the shifts had increased. No one I asked knew anything about that strange message. I had my comm gear checked, and nothing was found wrong with it. I was afraid if I asked too many questions about the messages, I'd have gotten called in, so I dropped it.

I went out again with Maddix and our team on a morning patrol. The sun glazed the faceplate of my helmet, which gave subtle warmth as we strolled down the sector street.

We walked through the mechanical quadrant. The hum of engines surrounded us on the street. Workers moved in and out of facilities; some stopped and nodded as we walked past them.

I saw movement out the corner of my eye and noticed Keith, his rifle held up.

"Problem?" I asked.

He gazed through the digi-sight for a little before he answered, "Checking settings on that building up there." He glanced at me. "Thought I saw something odd."

"Comm band is pretty quiet; think they'd alert us." I shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess."

"So, hear anything else about the border?"

He shook his head and looked down the street. "Not since that last breakout. I've been transferred to street patrol ever since. Supposed to get a briefing from Lucien soon though, maybe get my ticket there."

"You want to go back, after all that?" I asked.

"Yep. I feel better when I'm up close to it, keeping an eye on those bastards. We shoulda been going in there a lot sooner than we did, but that's my take."

He chuckled, and it sent a chill through me. I wasn't sure what I made of those people we killed. According to the Committee, the Breakers defied the rule of New Damai by their refusal of the chips, so they were forced to the ghettos, where they scavenged for whatever food they found. The only help they had from New Damai was a periodic shipment of basic supplies. This was agreed upon in the hopes it would curtail the efforts of citizens who helped their loved ones in the ghetto.

"I’m not used to this yet," I muttered.

"You're still a rookie, right? Don't worry, you'll be fine. Heard ya got yer first kill during the border incident." Keith smiled.

I nodded as the telltale tone rang out over the Comm. This one was anything but regular, at least for me. Maddix swiveled right to me, his eyes wide. I looked at him, then to the message on our comm system.

"Rage Event: CHEM-870 Plant... Subject, George Garrett."

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