Brute Force by K.B. Spangler

Author:K.B. Spangler
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: murder, lesbian, serial killer, government conspiracy, militias, cyborg, militia, transhumanism, militia movement, oacet
Publisher: K.B. Spangler

TWELVE

AKA: Lobo’s handgun was simple.

She kept trying to think of a better description, but “simple” worked. Not cheap, not complex, just a decent all-purpose gun from the NORINCO factory in China.

“We’re seeing more and more NORINCOs over here,” Smith said, her colors darting back and forth as she searched through the FBI’s firearms database. “They’ve been trying to break into the international market. Decent weapon. Inexpensive. This model is used by the People’s Liberation Army as their designated sidearm. Ever fired one?”

“Hmm?” Rachel shook her head and broke away from her deep scan. “Yeah. In Afghanistan.”

“Right, right, Afghanistan is the global clearinghouse of weapons,” Smith said, tapping on her tablet’s miniaturized keypad. “Used to be. Syria is catching up. Caught up, I suppose. 2012 was a good year for Syrian arms dealers. Not so good for the rest of us… Ah, found it! You’re sure of the serial?”

“Yeah.” Rachel was having a hard time following Smith’s train of thought. The woman’s conversational colors bounced from topic to topic faster than she could fire them off verbally. Smith’s emotions didn’t shift too much—everything stayed within the hues of professional blues—but the yellows and whites of intense concentration moved around like a laser light show across a dark navy sky.

“This is it.” Smith flipped the tablet around and tried to pass it down to her.

“I’m good. I’ll read it from over here,” Rachel said. Her headache was back. Grabbing the serial numbers from AKA: Lobo’s handgun had been relatively easy, but she had gone through every pore of the gun to make sure she hadn’t missed any evidence. Her scans had come up with black dirt, a different kind of black dirt, granite dust, gun oil, and yet another kind of black dirt, for all the good it did them. She rested her head on the cool steel tabletop of Smith’s office workstation and began reading. Her head came up a moment later. “The PLA reported this gun as stolen?”

“Yes, along with a larger shipment of firearms,” Smith said. “Much larger. Several thousand guns. All makes and models from NORINCO. What was in those crates?”

“Not several thousand guns,” Rachel replied. She had told Smith about scanning the crates. (Had scanning those crates been legal? Santino had argued that anyone knowledgeable about Agents should assume that an ‘in plain sight’ standard applied to hidden objects as well as objects left in the open. He felt that since Nicholson and his men had obviously done their research on OACET, they should have expected Josh and Rachel to poke around in the figurative medicine cabinet. She’d have to talk to Judge Edwards at their golf game tomorrow to see if this would fly in court, or whether it should be introduced at all since very few other Agents had her capacity for scanning; doing so might unnecessarily complicate the already-complicated discussion of Agents and the legal system with the assumption that what one could do, they all could do, and damn them all for differences. For the time being, she had cloaked it in the chaos of the kidnapping.

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