Vitali Shenco awoke grumpy and rumpled.The persistent sound of his police com alarm had chased him desperately through the landscapes of his dreams, out of darkness and into the curtain-blurred light of early morning. Rolling his extensive girth over, in the tossed bedclothes, to read the little com's display ‘Warning, Contamination’ it read, ‘officers endangered, station under quarantine. All officers working on case No: 23434 remain at home. A san-unit will come to collect you, do not venture outside’.
’What the fuck is this shit?’ he growled. ‘I have work to do for Prophet’s sake!’