Disclaimer: Dekaranger is owned by Toei Company.
Note: characters used in this chapter are mine.
A Western man, in a Western restaurant. He had already ordered himself a steak, which he had began eating. The man in question appeared to be somewhere in his late forties, was dressed in a black suit, which was considered to be fancy in a restaurant such as this. As he had finished half his steak, a waiter had arrived at his table.
"Er... sir?" he said, after which the man turned to look at him, "Some bum come in here, said he's here for you."
"Oh yes." the man said, "Send him in!"
The waiter didn't know what was going on, but he did as he was told anyway. He went away, and returned with the bum. A young man in his late teens. By the looks and the scent of him, he didn't seem to have prepared himself for meeting him.
"Couldn't you put on different clothes, and at least take a bath before coming here?" he asked.
"For meeting with the cop who arrested me? I'd better hurry up!" was the young man's sarcastic reply, "Besides, thanks to you I got to spare every dime I've got, so I can't even afford to take a bath."
"And yet you come here to eat?" the man remarked.
"You're buying." the young man replied.
The man sighed in laughter: "You're quite the character. Why won't you sit down?"
The young man didn't have much else of a choice, so he sat down opposite the old man. After that, the old man took something out of his briefcase, which laid on the seat next to him, so the young man hadn't seen it. That something was a yellow file, which had the young man's name written on it: William Frederick Wells.
The young man, Wells, sighed: "Here we go."
The old man, ignoring Wells's remark, read from the file: "So, William Frederick Wells. Bill, as you like to be called. You're known to be a child prodigy, who left home at the age of sixteen, and lived doing odd jobs to pay the bills."
Wells didn't do anything to stop the man from talking: "Strangely, you somehow found the time to take kendo lessons, and even target practice. Funny to see how your little payroll could allow you to do it. Then we found out how you did it. Over the internet you go by the alias Anders, who would copy software and distribute them illegally. You would also invade people's privacy through hacking into their computers, as long as you're payed enough."
That's when the old man stopped. Wells decided to say: "What? You're not gonna say your name's really Smith, and you need me to arrest a terrorist named Morpheus?"
The old man didn't understand the reference, likely because of the little generation gap between them, but laughed slightly anyway. Then he continued: "I could go on with mentioning all the things in this file that aren't facts, but I don't want to bore you with that."
Wells looked at him surprised: "What do you mean?"
"Well, I don't know much about computers..." the old man explained, "... but I do know that whatever your hard driver, or something, said..."
"You mean my hard drive." Wells corrected him flatly.
"Anyway, it showed you had hacked into systems, but not the ones you're accused of." the old man continued, "It's like the Bureau found themselves a hacker and decided to blame him for all crimes that have been committed against them."
"For a cop, you don't seem to have much respect for the authorities." Wells remarked.
Ignoring the remark, the old man asked: "I take it that after you got out of jail, you can't get a job?"
"Not with the feds... the FBI monitoring my every move." Wells replied, flatly, again.
"Indeed." the old man said, "What if I told you that there's a place for you at the station?"
"I'd say you've invited the wrong guy." Wells replied, "Didn't think you'd be THAT old to turn senile."
The fact that Wells said that, the old man realized he's doing the right thing: "No respect for authority, knows his ways around the rules... someone like you would make an excellent policeman."
Wells laughed, though he wasn't sure he should laugh out loud or not: "I've been fighting authority, and because of that you want me to become authority?"
The old man didn't need to think about what he was about to say: "There was a time when I was a prodigy. But now that I'm a superior officer, I can't afford to be that. But with some younger blood..."
"And that has to be me, why?" Wells still wasn't convinced.
"Because I'm sure you don't have any other choice." the old man replied.