Quadnet was the administrative hub of Public Safety. It was here that all reports were filed, all evaluations performed and, ultimately, all decisions were made regarding the work of those who initiated, monitored, and policed travel through time. Most people called these offices - and the people who worked in them - the Time Patrol.
Adrianne Levine, technician second level, sat at her desk and manned the phones. Today her hair was black, mostly because she felt it complimented the gray of her uniform, and a tidy appearance was important to the officers of Public Safety.
It was not a busy day, Adrianne observed, and that was good, it meant no one was dying or had their foot stuck in a manhole cover. She could finish her reports.
Adrianne looked up. Anthony was a big man but somehow he reminded her of a gnome.
"No," she said. "Not yet."
"What's he wanted for?" Anthony asked.
"Littering," Adrianne said, looking back down at the report she was wrestling with. "Gum." She rubbed the tip of her pencil to a point on the blotter at her desk. "Chewed."
Anthony scratched his head. "So why is the Time Patrol involved?"
Adrianne was not sure she approved of people like Anthony, people who questioned the dictates of authority.
"Sounds like a domestic issue," he continued.
"Director Feiller stepped in it at one of our Transport Terminals. Was not happy." Adrianne answered. She kept on sharpening the point. The pencil did not comply. "This guy has a history. Litters everywhere." Her tone suggested that should be sufficient reason.
"Seems a bit anal, if you ask me," Anthony continued.
Nobody asked you, Adrianne thought, wishing he would go away.