Bonesaw- Scrambler Cysts

She walked over to the scanner, and handed over her kit before standing with her arms at her sides.

The man in uniform hesitated, holding the wand that would detect metal on her person.  “That’s it?”

“That’s everything I could hand over,” she told him.
...

She waited as he scanned her.  The wand passed over the sheaths, over her leg, but she’d embedded some scrambler cysts in her flesh at regular intervals.  The wand didn’t beep.

It was theater, and as used as she was to theater, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes as they had her walk through the scanner.  She was a biotinker.  Her body had fifty different weapons and one weapon of mass destruction crammed into it.  Short of cutting her open, they wouldn’t find one.

They began to pat her down and search her pockets with excessive care, a gun trained on her at all times.

- Ward, Last 20.e4