They left the armory and headed further aft. The brig was a small complex with two tiny offices, and six equally tiny cells. There were no bars. All doors were solid and had a single peek hole and a lower pass-through. Entry to the entire area was by fingerprint and lock code. Groff idly peered through one of the cells’ observation hole and was surprised to see that it was occupied.
“You have an offender here?” she asked, trying to get a better view through the small port.
“Tell you the truth, I’m not really sure who that is,” said Ingram, looking a bit embarrassed. “Let me take a look.” She put her eye to the port and then, out of either frustration at the bad view or from not knowing what was going on, pressed her finger to the key pad and the door unlocked. Sitting on a narrow bench
