Quinn began his shift early. It was the day after Lieutenant Pierce’s daughter’s graduation. They were on the way to the fleet to have the ship retrofitted.

Pierce has a daughter that is not on record, he also has a record that does not include his assignment to the Wrath. He thought. More black ops nonsense, that kind of poor record keeping has no place in the Empire. He brought up the Lieutenant’s record. He nodded with satisfaction seeing that there were two records, one contained information about Amilla Pierce, the other about the Wrath. Quinn smiled with smug satisfaction.

He set about combining the two files, in an uncharacteristic fit of curiosity he looked at the Lieutenant’s first name. Milton. His lip quirked, I’ll be sure to use that when he particularly gets on my nerves or perhaps I’ll just let it slip to Vette. It would be marvelous if she could actually be useful for something.

When the files were combined, he nodded to himself with satisfaction. He double checked the procedure to make sure he deleted the duplicate, to his consternation he found another file. He opened it, this one contained information about a previous operation not found on the other two records and no information about his current post or daughter. Quinn rolled his eyes, Even the man’s files are as sloppy as he is. He sighed and combined them, his eyes flicked over the information, Pierce’s first name was oddly listed as ‘Roger.’ Frowning Quinn did a wider search, fourteen separate files with different pieces of data, all with different first names.

Jaws clenched at the affront to the order that the Empire demands he combined the files choosing the worst first name he could find which was currently at, ‘Wilbur.’

He sighed with relief and closed the connection. He tapped his fingers idly as if he did not trust the console itself, he opened the personnel database again. He searched for the Lieutenant. Twenty-eight results showed up, all with missing data all with different first names, the Lieutenant’s identifying picture smiled back at him taunting him from a growing number of files. With a snarl of frustration, Quinn closed the database and shut down the console.

What kind of man smiles in their ID picture anyway?