PHD #068: Dropping Off Records
Dropping Off Records
Summary: Bannik drops off Viper repair records to help Cadmus in his investigation of the hangar deck explosion.
Date: 5 May 2041 AE
Related Logs: It Will Come When It Will Come.
Bannik Cadmus 
Security Hub - Deck 6
More than just an office for the Marines and their XO, this room has remote surveillance views of the Brigs as well as a state of the art communications center built into the far bulkhead. A locked and heavily armored door to the aft leads into another room, the white lettering on it reading 'ARMORY.' There are a few desks scattered around the room for getting necessary paperwork done and the Commandant's picture hangs on the wall next to one of the President.
Post-Holocaust Day: #68

It's a paper factory in here, same as always. Cadmus, ever at his desk, is going over a truly ridiculous number of personnel dossiers with a red pen. Here he underlines, there he marks an x, in other spots circles. A bureaucratic nightmare - the heart and soul of all real police work, no matter what stories say otherwise.

Bannik makes his way into the Security Hub in his duty greens, looking around for someone in particular. "Is Corporal Maragos around?" he asks no one in particular, a manila folder with a sheath of octagonal photocopies stuffed into it.

"Here, Bannik." Cadmus answers without looking up. One hand waves toward the chair opposite him, eyes glued to whatever crewman currently has the bad fortune to draw his attentions. After a moment, he marks an X on the header and looks up toward you. "What's the news, Crewman?"

"I pulled and photocopied the maintenance logs from the Viper that exploded," explains the Crewman, moving over to Cadmus's desk. He hands over the thick folder. "The way Viper repair works — or is supposed to work — is that no one gets access to the Bird without filling out a repair form, which gets countersigned by the P-O-One in charge of maintenance for the squadron. We keep the records for a year, so I was able to dig around and get who had done repair work on the Petrel bird since they came aboard."

"All right. That seems like that'll narrow down who we're looking at quite significantly. Who's worked on the bird, is there anything out of order, and what should I know?" Cadmus asks, skipping directly to the important things. His hand is already on his notepad, pen pressed to it in anticipation.

Bannik shrugs his shoulders. "No one wrote in 'planted a bomb' on the maintenance sheet," explains Bannik. "I'm looking over the records myself to see if anything seems out of place. We've got PO1 Lessa Morganfield, PO3 John Borenstin, Specialist Wendell Montroy, Specialist Jack Anan, Specialist Terrence Yards, Crewman Seth Wickenham, and, oh, yeah, me. Petty Officer Morganfild is in charge of maintenance on the Petrels. I've done most of the work on it in the past week, including the most recent repairs." He sighs.

Scribbling commences. While he jots down notes, Cadmus clears his throat and speaks: "Somebody had to have planted that charge in the last two day window between the Viper's last mission and the explosion. So if those are the only people that worked on the Viper in that timeframe, those are the suspects. At least preliminarily."

"I suppose Petty Officer Morganfield would be a good person to talk to." Bannik isn't much of a detective, but he's trying. "No one was supposed to have access to it without her say-so. Maybe she saw something out of the ordinary."

"Maybe she did. Maybe one of the other crewmen planted a bomb during other maintenence. Maybe she did some unauthorized upgrades to the ship herself…" Cadmus's musings are vocalized with a decidedly unfriendly tone. He looks up, however, fixing his eyes on you as he continues: "Whoever did this, I'm betting good cubits on it being on this list. But I don't want you to second guess your crewmates. There is a guilty party, and there are innocents. If you lose faith in the people you work with, we're going to have problems. So I need you to stay calm down there and trust me when I say there aren't any more missing explosives, and I'm going to find who did this."

Shaking his head, Cadmus gestures with his pen; the point stabs at the piles all across his desk. "I have plenty of help, so unless you can work miracles by seeing into the minds of men, I think you've done all you can. Thank you for getting those records for me, Crewman," he says.

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