Shuffling up the walkway, her arms around Office Fletcher, she shook, fingers closing around the heavy cotton of his uniform shirt as he guided her towards the waiting PreCrime Technician.
How long had she been gone?
A day? Two?
Cringing back against Fletcher at the sight of the headgear in the Tech's hand, tear filled gaze flickering from the twins floating in the nutrient pool, to the Tech, to the Officer; she fought a rising tide of panic, desperately hoping she could make the stone faced cop hear her.
"You're not sure. You want to trust him, but you don't."
'What?'
Hope rising at the glimmer of trepidation on the Officer's face, she reached for Fletcher, pads of her fingers stroking gently over his stubble as she fought for a smile, parroting the words she'd heard Danny speak to Anderton.
A haloed cop, facing off with the Department of Justice Agent scant hours before, and she'd felt their tension. Heard every word.
"There's nothing wrong with the system. It's perfect. If there's a flaw, it has to be human."
Hissing a pained gasp as the Tech plunged the sedative into her neck, she struggled to hold on to Fletcher, grip slipping as the drugs slowly pulled her back into an oh-so-familiar trance like state.
Stumbling backwards, she fell into the Tech's waiting arms, looking away as her slight frame went limp.
"Danny... Can you see?"
YOU ARE READING
Minority Report ~ Tarnished Halo
Science Fiction"PreCrime? It's the closest thing to a miracle that I've ever seen. The system's perfect. If there's a flaw? It's human. It always is." ~ Department of Justice Agent Danny Witwer
