Little Brother

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    They took me outside and around the corner, to a waiting unmarked police car. It wasn't like anyone in that neighborhood would have had a hard time figuring out that it was a cop-car, though. Only police drive big Crown Victorias now that gas had hit seven bucks a gallon. What's more, only cops could double-park in the middle of Van Ness street without getting towed by the schools of predatory tow-operators that circled endlessly, ready to enforce San Francisco's incomprehensible parking regulations and collect a bounty for kidnapping your car.
    Booger blew his nose. I was sitting in the back seat, and so was he. His partner was sitting in the front, typing with one finger on an ancient, ruggedized laptop that looked like Fred Flintstone had been its original owner.
    Booger looked closely at my ID again. "We just want to ask you a few routine questions."
    "Can I see your badges?" I said. These guys were clearly cops, but it couldn't hurt to let them know I knew my rights.
    Booger flashed his badge at me too fast for me to get a good look at it, but Zit in the front seat gave me a long look at his. I got their division number and memorized the four-digit badge number. It was easy: 1337 is also the way hackers write "leet," or "elite."
    They were both being very polite and neither of them was trying to intimidate me the way that the DHS had done when I was in their custody.
    "Am I under arrest?"
    "You've been momentarily detained so that we can ensure your safety and the general public safety," Booger said.
    He passed my driver's license up to Zit, who pecked it slowly into his computer. I saw him make a typo and almost corrected him, but figured it was better to just keep my mouth shut.
    "Is there anything you want to tell me, Marcus? Do they call you Marc?"
    "Marcus is fine," I said. Booger looked like he might be a nice guy. Except for the part about kidnapping me into his car, of course.
    "Marcus. Anything you want to tell me?"
    "Like what? Am I under arrest?"
    "You're not under arrest right now," Booger said. "Would you like to be?"
    "No," I said.
    "Good. We've been watching you since you left the BART. Your Fast Pass says that you've been riding to a lot of strange places at a lot of funny hours."
    I felt something let go inside my chest. This wasn't about the Xnet at all, then, not really. They'd been watching my subway use and wanted to know why it had been so freaky lately. How totally stupid.
    "So you guys follow everyone who comes out of the BART station with a funny ride-history? You must be busy."
    "Not everyone, Marcus. We get an alert when anyone with an uncommon ride profile comes out and that helps us assess whether we want to investigate. In your case, we came along because we wanted to know why a smart-looking kid like you had such a funny ride profile?"
    Now that I knew I wasn't about to go to jail, I was getting pissed. These guys had no business spying on me — Christ, the BART had no business helping them to spy on me. Where the hell did my subway pass get off on finking me out for having a "nonstandard ride pattern?"
    "I think I'd like to be arrested now," I said.
    Booger sat back and raised his eyebrow at me.
    "Really? On what charge?"
    "Oh, you mean riding public transit in a nonstandard way isn't a crime?"
    Zit closed his eyes and scrubbed them with his thumbs.
    Booger sighed a put-upon sigh. "Look, Marcus, we're on your side here. We use this system to catch bad guys. To catch terrorists and drug dealers. Maybe you're a drug dealer yourself. Pretty good way to get around the city, a Fast Pass. Anonymous."
    "What's wrong with anonymous? It was good enough for Thomas Jefferson. And by the way, am I under arrest?"
    "Let's take him home," Zit said. "We can talk to his parents."
    "I think that's a great idea," I said. "I'm sure my parents will be anxious to hear how their tax dollars are being spent —"
    I'd pushed it too far. Booger had been reaching for the door handle but now he whirled on me, all Hulked out and throbbing veins. "Why don't you shut up right now, while it's still an option? After everything that's happened in the past two weeks, it wouldn't kill you to cooperate with us. You know what, maybe we should arrest you. You can spend a day or two in jail while