I worked for the Induction Center for 3 years before moving on. I was relocated to Atlanta and became a Field Operative, or what most people call the Slave Police.
Field Operatives are highly paid, highly trained individuals whose job it is to locate runaway slaves, administer corrective procedures on slaves who have gotten so out of hand the owners can not control them, and to perform field indenturements.
As you know, most indenturement is done at the courthouse. Immediately after a trial, if found guilty, the indentured are stripped and taken to the processing center to begin their new life. A field indenturement is when a Field Operative must go to the individual with a court order and warrant of indenturement.
I'll give you an example. I had been working as a Field Operative for about a year when my partner, Joe Polk, and I were assigned this case. Richard Worthy the Third. Age 25, height 6 feet, dark hair with blue eyes. Spoiled rich kid, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. His daddy, Richard Worthy the Second, got tired of footing the bill for his son's playboy activities.
Kid had all the best clothes, went to all the right schools, out clubbing every night, fancy new sports car. Spent money like water, charging everything to his credit cards.
The Worthys two and three had huge arguments over the kid's lack of responsibility and respect for the family name. Finally, his father told him he'd have to shape up or face the consequences.
Of course, this didn't stop the kid or even slow him down. He kept charging up the cards till he was hugely in debt. Since Daddy wasn't paying, Junior missed his payments. Having no job, missing 4 payments and no response to letters and phone calls, the credit card companies filed with the courts. Junior was yachting and didn't even show up for his court date.
The judge ruled summarily for indenturement and that's when we were called in.
We found him at a dance studio. The current fitness fad is ballet. Ballet is an excellent way to tone virtually all your muscles in arms and legs. It can be fun and appeals to both males and females. They teach it now at the DIC for new agents.
Having a description sent to us from headquarters, we immediately walked up to a tall, good looking, dark haired man wearing a navy blue leotard.
'Richard Worthy the Third,' Joe asked politely.
'Yes, officer,' he replied, 'That's me. Is there something I can do for you?'
Joe smiled and said, 'Richard Worthy the Third, by the power vested in me by the state of Georgia and by court order I hereby revoke your status as citizen and remand you to status of an indentured servant due to extreme indebtedness. You will now place your hands behind your back to be handcuffed and come with us to the processing center.'
'What?' Richard laughed. 'You boys must be new. You obviously don't know who I am or who my father is. Why don't you boys just go on your way and we'll forget about this.'
With speed born of experience, Joe reached out. He grabbed the boy by the arm, twisted him around and had him down on his knees.
'Your first lesson, slave.' Joe yelled at him. 'Always do what a freeman tells you, immediately with no questions!'
I quickly slapped the cuffs on him, put a sign around his neck that read 'Unprocessed slave' and started dragging him towards the door.
He was yelling and screaming, fighting us all the way. A nice jolt from the tazer put a quick end to that. We put him in the back of the car and headed back to headquarters.
When we got to the precinct, we pulled him out of the car and put a temporary leather collar on. Attaching a leash to the collar, we led him inside.
'You don't know what you've done,' he yelled at us. 'When my father hears about this you'll be lucky if your not indentured yourselves, you redneck, mother fuckers!'
Surprising how effective a Tazer between the legs is in teaching a slave to keep his mouth shut.
We took him inside and attached his collar to a short chain on the wall so we could complete our paperwork. Hanging there in his ballet shoes and tights, the other prisoners started calling out to our boy.
'Whoo hoo! Look at fancy boy!'
'Hey Barishnakov! Gonna do a little dance for us?'
As we finished up the paperwork, a distinguished looking older gentleman with a beautiful young blond woman on his arm approached us.
'Dad!' Yelled Richard. 'Tell them to get me down from here! Get me out of here!'
The man walked up to him and looked him in the eye.
'I told you that you'd have to face the consequences. But, I do have some good news. We just found out your stepmother is going to have a baby. We've already decided if it's a boy we'll name it Richard Worthy the Third, since you'll no longer need the name.'
The man turned to me and asked, 'How long do you think it will be before this slave is ready for the market?'
'Processing and training usually take about six months, Sir. Are you interested in buying him?'
'I have business interests all over the world,' he replied. 'I can always use a good field hand or factory worker.'
He and his wife turned and walked out of the precinct without a glance back.
Tears streaming down his face, not believing what was happening to him, Richard kept yelling out, 'Dad! Don't leave me here! Please, I promise to change! Come back!'
'Ok, Twinkletoes,' I said. 'Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life.'