Loss Prevention

Posted on Fri Aug 21st, 2020 @ 4:03am by Lieutenant JG Tomer Chaim & Lieutenant Tristian Hudson

792 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Mission 3: Diplomacy, what’s that?
Location: Sick Bay

Doctor Hudson was reviewing his hazardous lock up storage in the medical bay. The room had three different types of locks. An eye scanner, as to which only Tristian and the Stations Commander could use to open, as well as an encrypted security lock. The third lock for the stockpile room was an angiomatous heart scan of the authorized personnel. Again, this was only Doctor Hudson and the CO of the Station M’Mira.

Tristian was puzzled. He scanned the bio memetic gel containment capsules over and over. The seals were all intact, and nobody had recent access to the storage room, yet there was one problem.

“Concerning.” He muttered to his self, as he went through each metal shelving in the air-conditioned storage facility at the back of sickbay. Skimmed off each capsule of 10 bio memetic gels was .10 cc’s missing.

Bio memetic gel, with proper usual, is a vital component to many Federation Medical devices and even serums due to its compounds soluble complex nature. In the wrong hands, even ten cc’s skimmed off of 10 containers could be used for weapons.

The storage room was checked and re-checked by Tristian, with his medical and now security scans he had reviewed of the room.

Taping his com badge, he opened communication to the stations Chief of Security. “Doctor Hudson to Security Chief Chaim.” He began the com. “I believe we have an issue in Sick Bay that may require your expertise.” He didn’t want to elaborate over the com channel.

=^=Acknowledged, =^= Tomer responded as he headed over to the sickbay. When he arrived, he looked for Hudson and upon finding him, immediately asked, "There is nothing wrong with Kara, is there?"

Tristian immediately seeked to calm the Security officer. "Sir. Your wife is fine. I am sorry to worry you. I ask you here for a unrelated matter." He nodded. He then waived his hand to follow him.

Leading to the back of the sick bay, he then pulled up the digital interface screen. He pressed a few buttons and then quickly seen the red levels of missing bio memetic gel compounds. "I've found we've had a skimming of 10 cc off of these isolated 10 units of bio memetic gel." He was perplexed.

"You understand the security measures we run around these units. Three different levels, all checked correctly." He shook his head. "Nobody has access to these, except for me and Commander M'Mira and of course you." He was interested in what he had to see.

Tomer looked at the compounds. "Someone got in, though. That means that one of us either is lying or that there is someone that somehow got access to our codes."

“It would seem.” Doctor Hudson agreed. While confident that none of them were in the business of selling hazardous compounds, he was none the less perplexed.

"Why were you checking this today, anyways?" Tomer asked suspiciously.

"Near end of the month, it is standard protocol. I report my safety reports to Commander M'Mira." He welcomed the question. "As per Starfleet Medical guidelines." He showed the padd he was about to sign-off.

"And you have not checked it since last month? There is no chance of miscalculation?" Tomer asked, trying to eliminate all possibilities of innocent error.

"There is actual air sensors that would indicate a release of micrograms in the density of the sub tubs, this alarm did not... alarm." He was perplexed.

"Pin point transporter?" Tomer wondered allowed. "But there would still have to be a way to fool the alarm into thinking there was more mass there...."

"You have access to the stations surveillance. Perhaps we should sensor sweep sick bay for traces of... Anything?" He offered.

"We can scan for its molecular signature," Tomer offered. "But it would only cover this station. It would not reach into the Ambassadorial areas."

"Lieutenant, my sick bay is your sick bay. I would like to get this issue sorted out before we continue with your Wife's treatment and baby of yours on the way. So anything I can offer, I am willing to call a level one diagnostic if necessary on all systems."

"I do not think that we need to go for a level one diagnostic at this point. Let's start with a sensor sweep and see what that gets us." Tomer looked over at Tristian. "You're certain that there is no misrecording?"

Hudson nodded. “I have not misreported the compounds in this lock-up.”

"Mistakes happen," Tomer replied with a shrug. "But, I believe you're careful. I'll run the sweep and let you know what I find."

"Let's hope we find something. This gel just doesn't go missing." He shuddered inside to think what would happen to people if this was stolen.

 

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