A wall of monitors gave the otherwise darkened room an eerie glow. Every nook and cranny of the station was under constant surveillance, well almost. There were a few nooks that watchful eyes stayed out of. Samuel was now accustomed to that fact. He sat in his command throne, overlooking the rest of the security headquarters that rested at the relative top of the station, and again pondered the morality of letting certain… Unseemly… Salespeople distribute their wares and services under his jurisdiction. Some people weren't aware that he knew anything, which he supposed made things easier. Those people would be more subtle about their illicit activities. After all, that's all Samuel McCarron wanted, for the underbelly to stay out of sight. Every now and then a poor drug-addled moron would run out in the open and try to kill someone, steal something, or attempt to fornicate a nonconsenting someone… Or something. Samuel remembered the really unfortunate event that took place between a man who had one too many hits of space dust and the resident android, White. That individual like any other that goes too public with illegal activity gets one of two things; locked up for the larger authorities or shot out an airlock. The latter option is saved for the really psychotic ones that security didn't feel comfortable holding in containment, some might say true frontier justice.<br/><br/>However, Samuel was head of security on 1-D. E. R. station, lovingly dubbed Wonderland, and every time and again he wondered if there was more he should do, but that wasn't his job. The wonderful Red, the "benefactor and financer" of Wonderland turns a blind to it as well, although it's most likely due to the large amount of revenue it brings in. And honestly? Sam didn't mind the fat bribes that came his way. A lovely little savings account had been started for his retirement and grew rather exponentially with time.<br/><br/>Samuel removed himself from his seat of command deciding he would go mingle with the patrons of his station. He adjusted his black satin vest and white dress shirt as he made his way to the elevator. Once within the metallic cylinder, a holographic screen appeared listing the options for travel.<br/><br/>There was the residential section, which was the third largest portion of the station. It housed all crew and personnel, as well as held temporary living quarters for patrons staying for extended periods of time. Samuel and a few others enjoyed full first class suites that required keycards and retinal scans to access. Besides residential there were a number of entertainment levels, there was the main hub where you could find the life of the stations activity, as well as a number of restricted areas such as security and engines. For now Sam selected the main hub, deciding he would grab a drink. You weren't necessarily supposed to drink while on duty, but hell, people did a lot of shit you weren't supposed to do on wonderland.