Nyx
The first man through the receiving point had the right face, the right papers and the wrong box.
Nyx stopped him before he reached the landing.
He opened it under the warden's eye. Folded table cloths. The clinic had asked for clean wraps. Someone had confused the bundles at the stores.
The man looked miserable when the warden sent him back.
Nyx watched him go. Being wrong about a harmless worker was useful only if she admitted it before the next one arrived.
"Wrong bundle," she told the warden.
He marked the return. The man could take the box back without having to explain why a guard had stopped him and a woman with a blade had kept watching his hands.
Nyx moved aside for the next load. She didn't apologize for asking to see what the carrier had brought. She also didn't let her first suspicion follow him after the cloths had explained the mistake.
