Shinji Steel 74
Disclaimer; I do not own Neon Genesis Evangelion or Max Steel. Wish I did, though.
(Kamenev Cessna; two hours post take-off from LAX)
Scowling as she eyes Cochrane intently, Ellie racks the slide of her Smith & Wesson semi-auto after having unloaded it five minutes prior. Janice watching her in concern as she continuously racks the slide. Finally, Cochrane explodes.
"Will you please stop doing that, Agent DeWitt?!" Ellie nonchalantly racks the slide once more before smirking.
"Am I scaring you, Cochrane?"
"No, you're irritating me, with that scowl while racking your weapon's slide." Ellie snorts inaudibly before looking toward Janice.
"What do you think, Janice? Am I scaring or irritating him?"
"You're scaring him, Ellie. Of course, can't say I blame him. If I was in his position right now, I'd be scared out of my wits as well." Giving him a glare as well, she adds, "Quite frankly, it's taking everything in me to not join in racking my slide with you or slapping him silly. I'm really quite torn about what I want to do."
"What are you, Agent Zuckerman? A useless weakling?"
"Nope. I'm considerably more level-headed than Ellie is. Of course, given the fact Ellie used to be a Marine as well much like Tom was…"
"What does that have to do with anything?! You're talking about unimportant items that mean absolutely nothing to me!"
"They may mean nothing to you, Cochrane, but we Marines take care of our own." Ellie's voice goes cold as she resumes racking. "If a Brother or Sister Marine's in a jam, like as in a captive by hostile parties, that Marine will be brought home to safety. What you did hindered the investigation to no end. That I'll never forgive."
"Pfft. Rubbish. Like you or anyone can do anything about it."
"Let's not forget Brian found GS Sychola without having even known about the investigation to begin with, Cochrane." Janice's glare softens slightly, yet retains its edge as Ellie steps in.
"I'm sure that Tom's smiling down on Brian right now. Heck, he may have even been smiling down onto him when he first reported to GS Sychola to begin with."
"Even though Sychola had taken part in criminal actions as the terrorist Psycho?"
"It was under duress, Cochrane. His mind was even being controlled in a cruel manner." Brian's voice gets their attention as he goes on. "But what you just now said bugs me significantly. At no point did I mention Captain Sychola's past to you, at all."
"Of course you did, Agent Dyson."
"No, he didn't." Nikita's voice gets their attention as well before she turns to Ellie. "Agent DeWitt, is it possible that Cochrane could face an additional charge of being an accessory at any point of the fact?"
"First off, Nikita, Ellie's just fine. Or 'Aunt Ellie' when you and Brian wed. Same with Janice." Nikita nods at that, a soft smile on her face. "As to your query, it depends on how much he knows about GS Sychola's being the terrorist known as Psycho." Glaring at Cochrane again, she racks the slide again. "You're really lucky this is not loaded right now, Cochrane. Because nothing would please me more than to shoot you down like the rabid dog you are."
"Then why don't you?"
"First off, I have no desire for myself or anyone to die in a plane crash resulting from cabin depressurization. Even though I'm sure everyone'd be happy you wouldn't be alive to hurt anyone anymore. Second, the others and I want to see you stand trial for all the evil you'd done before you were stopped."
"Evil? How can you call what I did evil?"
"What do you call killing innocent, homeless children that were trying to survive in an injured world?" Janice's query gets a cruel smirk from Cochrane before he gives his reply.
"Pest control." Next thing he knows, an infuriated Ellie's wrapping her fingers around his neck.
"You… heartless… monster!" Squeezing his neck at his carotid artery and jugular vein, she cuts off the blood flow to his brain, relishing the sight of him gagging for air. His tongue sticking out before he goes unconscious. Letting go before she finishes him off, Ellie checks for a pulse and nods upon finding it. She then spits onto his face and sits back down.
"I don't see how he even got to wear a shield in the first place." Her eyes shimmering with tears, Ellie encircles her midsection in her arms. Brian noticing it.
"You okay, Aunt Ellie?"
"I will be once 'that' is locked away. Never to see the light of day again. Or even better, put to death right after the trial. Letting something like 'that' live is tantamount to asking for more deaths of innocent children." At that, Janice can't help but sniffle.
"It got to you, didn't it, Ellie?" At her silent nod, Janice adds, "It got to me, too."
"It?" At Ellie and Janice's nods, Brian ponders it before realizing it. "The day Dad died."
"The day before actually, Brian. Tom, Janice and I were at the scene of a homeless children killing in San Fran." Her lower lip trembling, Ellie shakily adds, "I can't even begin to describe it, nor do I want to. Even Janice had trouble staying focused. With all the cases we'd worked together since we got posted to LA, nothing beforehand could ever match the sheer brutality we saw there."
Her tears starting to flow freely, she feels Brian's arms wrapping around her. She then clutches onto him, breaking into sobs. With Janice taking over, slowly losing the fight to keep her emotions in check.
"As he looked over the scene, Brian, Tom murmured to himself that you won't become a victim. Because if someone would heartlessly murder homeless children, what's to stop that 'person' from killing those with homes?"
"How many died that day, Aunt Janice?"
"400, Nikita. Some had candy in their hands, positioned as if they were fleeing for their lives when they were slain. The candy wet with saliva, as if the candy had been spit out from their mouths given that some of them had blood-red foam coming out of their mouths." Next thing she knows, she's sobbing herself as she feels Nikita's arms wrap around her form.
"Some LEO I am. I can't even keep my emotions stable when it comes to a case involving children."
"It shows you and Aunt Ellie are human. Even more human than 'that monster' over there in the wheelchair." Nikita's words get a soft squeeze from Janice as she and Ellie both recover their control. Two minutes later, Brian and Nikita both retake their seats, with Brian opening up.
"What happened the day Dad died?"
"It was about 0930, sunny. Tom came into the office a wide smile on his face." Ellie smiles softly as her mind goes back to that day.
(Flashback)
"You're in a good mood, Tom. What gives?" Tom's smile toward Ellie became a mischievous grin, prompting her to groan before griping to Janice. "He's got something up his sleeve, Janice."
"I'm not really surprised. What's going on, Tom?"
"Something I'd been working on the last few days just went through. You two are invited to a celebratory dinner tonight. Casual setting, of course."
"What were you working on?" Much to Janice's disappointment, Tom's grin turned into a smirk.
"You'll have to wait until tonight, Janice. Not even Brian knows about it."
"It's a surprise, then."
"That's right, Ellie. So until I say, don't mention anything about it to him." Ellie then smirked back at him.
"I still can't believe you bucked regs and bought him a wheel-gun." Tom gave her a snort, with Janice unable to resist smirking herself.
"If Hurson thinks, for one minute, I'm gonna chance my kid go around unarmed, making him an easy mark, he's sorely mistaken, Ellie. Thinking of, has he…"
"Nope. He's still swearing up a storm. He had been when we walked in this morning anyway. Oh, thinking of, how'd Brian do with it yesterday?" Tom's smirk became a proud smile so fast, Janice and Ellie both had to blink at it.
"He's a natural, Janice. Just needs to work on his aim a bit and he'll soon be able to put any shot anywhere he wants the shot to go." Janice couldn't help but giggle at that.
"Like Father, like son." Ellie nodded in agreement at that as the phone on Tom's desk rang. As quickly as it rang, Tom picked it up.
"Dyson." He then nodded his head as he replied, "Yeah, Detective Morris, I called you regarding an abduction masked as a homicide case I'm working. That's right. Gunnery Sergeant Peter Sychola. Uh-huh. Really? Can you get a corroboration on that? I see. Okay, I'm gonna need to talk to the bartender there. It's gonna have to be tomorrow as I got a different case going right now and I'll be off tomorrow. Oh, I see. Just a moment, Detective." Putting the phone on 'hold', he sighed gustily.
"This could be the break needed and the guy willing to talk wants to talk today."
"We can go for you while you work with that snooty stiff from Interpol." Ellie's offer got Tom's attention before Janice chimed in herself.
"Yeah. Seeing as we've nothing new on the case yet and you're the best profiler on the 'Candyman Slayer' case, it'd be no problem for us to talk to him. Where's the guy at?"
"Seattle. At his bar, the 'Blue Palm'. He'll be there all day." Ellie and Janice both blinked at that before Tom shrugged. "I have no idea why it's named that." Ellie and Janice both returned the shrug before Tom returned to the call.
"Detective, a couple friends of mine will be up there today to talk to the bartender while I work on the current case. That's right, it's a personal case. I served with Gunny Sychola during ODS. I owe him this, which is why I'm investigating along with NCIS. Great. Agents DeWitt and Zuckerman. Bye." Hanging up, he nodded at them.
"This could be the break we need."
"We'll find out when we hear what the bartender says. C'mon, Janice."
"Right behind you, Ellie." With that, they both gave him a hug. "Stay safe out there, Tom. This is our first time apart from you since we started working together." Ellie nodded in agreement with Janice just as Cochrane walked into their allocated office space.
"I'll be fine, you two. After all, I'm working with another badge for today. What can go wrong?"
"Indeed, ladies. You can go do whatever it is you need to do while Agent Dyson and I work together." For an instant, Janice and Ellie got a bad feeling in the pit of their stomachs, but it quickly faded away, with only a small amount of it remaining. Putting it down to concern for him, they shrugged and left.
(End of flashback)
"That was the last time we saw Tom alive." Ellie's face has guilty sorrow on it, with Janice's the same way, as the former goes on. "We both didn't expect what'd happened that day."
"How could you have known?" Brian's query gets their attention as Nikita takes over.
"You three had no way of knowing Cochrane was a dirty badge. All three of you acted in good faith and were betrayed by him. Of course, that betrayal didn't come to light until…"
"He saw Cochrane for the slime he was and we saw Cochrane in shackles on this bird." Her eyes going cold at the sight of the still-unconscious Cochrane, Ellie snarls out, "A little more pressure and he'd have been out of everyone's misery by now."
"It just goes to show you're a better person than he is, Aunt Ellie." Brian's words get a soft smile from Ellie before Brian asks, "What'd the bartender have to say?"
"He said that three young men came into the bar the night before Tom died. They were bragging and toasting to the Marine they'd trounced three years prior, adding that he'd never interfere ever again. They even toasted the guy that put them up to it. He described them to us both and Detective Morris." Ellie nods at that before taking over.
"But when we tried to find them, we couldn't find any sign of them. So we put out a Federal APB on them as they may have been elsewhere in the country. We forgot our phones in the office, so we wanted to wait until after we saw Tom. When we got back, however…"
"You found out he'd died." Ellie and Janice both nod before Brian asks, "Did they ever turn up?"
"No, not yet." Janice's reply is troubled as she adds, "They're either very good at hiding or they're dead." Brian nods thoughtfully at that before exhaling forcefully.
"How about the mugging victim? Anything on her?"
"As it turned out, she was the aide to the DA in Seattle. GS Sychola had an appointment the next day to talk to the DA about the camp he'd wanted to establish. The DA was quite intrigued and excited about the idea. When she went into the office the next day, she told the DA what'd happened the previous night. He was quite upset about the mugging and GS Sychola's subsequent death."
Ellie nods at that before stepping in.
"We talked with him as well, telling him the Sychola investigation is now being investigated as a forcible abduction masked as a homicide. He asked us to keep him in the loop so he can prosecute the one responsible. As to his aide, however…"
"We wanted to talk to her, but no one's seen her." Janice notices Brian frown at that before asking, "What're you thinking, Brian?"
"She was either in on it or she's hiding away from the public, scared for her life." Next thing they know, Brian's phone rings.
"I better take this." Nikita's smirk at him answering his phone has him asking, "Why'd you offer your phone when you knew I already had one, Nikita?"
"Just thought I'd save your Section-2 phone from queries regarding 'unofficial' use." Brian smirks back at her before answering.
"Dyson."
"So good to finally hear your voice, my boy." The Russian-accented male voice has a grin to it as it asks, "You know who this is, don't you?"
"Mr Karpovskiva." Nikita's gasp has him nodding in agreement before going on. "I wasn't expecting…"
"Me to call you. Dear boy, in my line of work and yours, it often pays to expect the unexpected." Brian nods thoughtfully at that before Vladimir goes on. "By the way, seeing as Anastasia told you and Nikita all about me by now, I think it'll be alright for you to call me Vladimir or simply Vlad. Especially since we're on our way to becoming family."
"Okay, Vlad." Sitting back, he asks, "What's on your mind?"
"I want to surrender myself. To you and only you."
"Okay. Where are you at? We're on our way back to Japan, so if your location's along the way, we can stop off and pick you up along the way."
"On any other day, I'd have taken you up on that. But that won't be necessary."
"Oh? Why's that?" Next thing he knows, the call ends and…
"I'm already on board."
Brian jumps slightly before looking behind him, seeing a well-dressed, yet haggard-appearing, man in the doorway of the plane's lavatory. His face is pale and thin, prompting Brian to get up from his seat and go to his side.
"Why don't you sit down, Vlad. You look terrible."
"I feel like hammered shit, my boy. Thank you." With Brian's help, Vladimir sits down before slowly reclining back into the seat. Watching as Brian goes to a nearby empty seat, he smiles softly. "You look so much like your late Father, my boy."
"So my Aunt Cassandra and 'Aunts' Ellie and Janice there told me. Repeatedly." Vladimir lets out a wheezing laugh before he coughs. "That doesn't sound good. Have you seen a Doctor?"
"Yes. It's actually why I wish to surrender myself to you."
"Papa?" Nikita's query gets Vladimir's attention, getting him to look toward her and smile warmly.
"My little Princess." His smile suddenly becomes a grimace before he steels himself. "I didn't want you to see me in such an unfitting manner."
"Papa, what's wrong?" Vladimir's smile returns, albeit weakly, before he gives his reply.
"After years of not my being with you or your Mother, you readily call me 'Papa', my little Princess." Shaking himself, he switches to English before going on. "As you can see, Agent Dyson, this is the reason I wish to surrender myself. To make a wrong I did right with you while I still have time." Brian blinks at that before he frowns.
"You're dying, aren't you?" When Vladimir nods, he asks, "What happened?"
"Pancreatic cancer. Terminal. Doctors figure I've got six months to a year left. Tops." Shrugging, he adds, "If anything, I figured you could get my statement down to use against Cochrane should I not make it…"
"To the courthouse." When Vladimir nods again, Brian sighs. "To think I hated your guts all this time without knowing you or how you were lied to by Cochrane."
"Understandable. Had I been in your shoes at the time, I'd have hated myself as well." Snorting mirthlessly, he adds, "In fact, I did hate myself. But not more than I hated Cochrane. He's the only one that made me want to break a rule. My second rule, in fact."
"Oh right. 'No killing the client'. Right?"
"That's the one, my boy. In hindsight, I should've had a third rule. 'If Rule 1 is broken by deception, Rule 2 is null and void'. Something like that, anyway." Brian shrugs at that.
"Sounds good to me." Concerned, he then asks, "Why didn't you get treated when you found out, though?" Vladimir's wheezing chuckle at his query gets Brian, Nikita, Ellie and Janice to blink.
"By the time I found out, my boy, it was too late. The day of the incident at JFK, I started feeling like hammered shit. So I went and saw a Doctor. After a series of tests, the Doctor called an oncologist for consultation and they gave me the news. Apparently, I had such a strong constitution, the symptoms didn't show up until it was well past treatment stage. It was then I made my decision."
"So you snuck onto the plane and kept yourself as quiet as possible."
"Not exactly. Piotr, the pilot, is my cousin."
"Ah." Brian then smirks softly and asks, "Did you enjoy hearing Jenk's performance?"
"Immensely. It's only too bad I couldn't see it from inside the lavatory." Nikita's face takes on a soft smile before she cuts in.
"Well then, Papa, you're in luck. Danny there recorded the whole thing."
"Then I shall enjoy watching it when I get a chance to." Extending his hands toward Brian, he adds, "But I believe I need to be 'Mirandized' first to make my surrender official."
"Sorry, Vlad, but Section-2 has yet to include the 'Miranda Warning' to its protocol. You see, Section-2's not conventional Law Enforcement. It's primarily a security force for UN Agency NERV. Tasked with protecting NERV and its' assets. Particularly the Evangelion Pilots. But Captain Sychola's working on it, though." Vladimir nods thoughtfully before looking toward Ellie and Janice.
"You worked with Agent Dyson before his untimely death?"
"We did." Ellie looks toward Janice and gets a nod from her before nodding right back and looking back toward Vladimir.
"Vladimir Karpovskiva, you are under arrest by authority of the UNBI for the murder of FBI Agent Thomas Dyson. These are your rights. You have the right to remain silent. If you give up that right, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to have an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you by the court. Do you understand these rights as I've explained them to you?"
"I do, Agent DeWitt. I waive my rights and have no problem with being prosecuted in a speedy manner. I expect nothing, however, except to be able to speak against Cochrane before I die."
"You can do that. Plus, considering your statement Cochrane lied to you, there is an extenuating circumstance." Brian then frowns before adding, "It might not be enough, though."
"I'm well aware of that and I'll accept whatever happens to me before I pass on."
(UN Medical Center; Puget Sound, OR; same time)
Myers rolls his eyes as the black Stingray roars into the facility's Visitor Area. As Scott and Shizuka exit, he softly smirks at them.
"You were supposed to be here four and a half hours ago. What happened?"
"Had to take a detour to get around an accident site on the main road."
"How bad was it?"
"Pretty bad from what we could tell." Scott rolls his eyes and adds, "Problem is, it took us out of our intended way by about three hundred miles until we got to a road that'd lead us here." Concerned, he then asks, "How's the Doc? Can he have visitors?"
"He's fine. As for visitors, he's being discharged right now. Gillespie's inside finalizing the 'details' if you get my drift." Scott nods at that while Shizuka sighs in relief.
"Thank goodness." Myers nods in agreement at her words before grinning.
"So I suppose a congratulations is in order. If not a celebratory drink of grape juice." Shizuka can only smile softly at Myers.
"Arigato, Marshal Myers."
"Please. We've all been living together for months. Just call me Calvin."
"Hai." Scott and Myers both share a soft grin before Scott wraps his arms around Shizuka from behind and softly squeezes before he leans toward her ear.
"If you want to, we can go to the JoP, have a small ceremony today." Shizuka's eyes start shimmering tears before she giggles.
"We'd have to invite Alex and her folks, Scott. It'd be most unkind to exclude them."
"Yeah, it would." Slowly unwrapping his arms from around her, Scott brings out his phone before punching in the number. After a ring, he hears Mark's voice.
"Wheeler residence. Mark speaking."
"Hey, Mark. How soon can you, Jamie and Alex come down to just across the OR state line?"
"We can be there in two hours. Why?"
"Shizuka and I decided to tie the knot in a small ceremony at the JoP office."
"Say no more. We're on the way. Oh, have you made contact with the others yet?"
"Yeah and I'm about to mention that item to one of them right now." Bringing out the paper, Scott hands it to Myers, adding, "See what you can dig up on the name circled in black."
"You got it." Upon looking at the paper, Myers' jaw then drops in shock before he asks, "Isn't this… the list of Rand Davis Corporation executives?" Shizuka's attention can't help but be grabbed by that.
"You've heard of that as well?"
"It was required reading at UNLETC as an example of white collar crime on an international level." Myers looks over at Scott while the latter's on the phone and goes on. "They were into everything. Both legit and not. Mostly not, though. Narcotics smuggling, mainly."
"I see."
"It also sponsored an American corporation's uranium mine overseas that'd been taken over by a hostile warlord until it was set free by a merc unit that RDC financed. But then things got nuts."
"How so?"
"The corporation in charge of the mine was later revealed to be a shell company. With a rival warlord on its board of directors and the CEO of the corporation was never named. That launched an even further in depth investigation into the Rand Davis Corporation. SEC, IRS, DEA, ATF, FBI, US Marshals… everyone got in on it. All but two names on this list belong to living people as a large number of the executives are dead."
"How many altogether?"
"Fifteen." Looking at the name encircled, he adds, "With one of them being John Dorensa." Next thing Myers knows, Shizuka gasps. "Shizuka? What is it?"
"I heard that name before. I completely forgot about it until after you just said it." When tears start falling from her eyes, she then feels Scott's arms around her. Sinking into them, she shudders before adding, "The night Tsukune died, after the man was told to kill Tsukune, he said, 'Right away, Mr Dorensa'. Dorensa snapped and said for him to never refer to him that way again. I was so badly in shock, I'd repressed that deep in my mind."
"What was the name he said for you to refer to him as, Shizuka?"
"Mr Kiel, Scott. Lorenz Kiel."
"Mother of God. That's how that bastard's stayed ahead of us!" Scott then kisses Shizuka solidly on her cheek. "Baby, you're the best!" he then looks toward Myers and gets a grin.
"Notifying Jefferson and letting him know. Hopefully Martinez can do an anagram search for any actions involving any configuration with those letters in it." Bringing out his phone, he punches in a programmed number and waits to speak.
"Put me on with Jefferson, pronto. It's about Dread using yet another alias! Readson and Kiel are not his only ones! That's right. Okay, Martinez in? Okay. When he reports in, have him do a search using anagram for criteria." Shizuka can't help but feel puzzled by the whole thing.
"What's going on, Scott?"
"It's a long story, Shizuka. But here're the basics of it. The man that blackmailed you is an international criminal mastermind that seems to like using anagrams for his aliases. He's been giving the world problems for who knows how long."
"Okay, but why has he been giving the world problems?"
"Best guess?" At her nod, he says, "He might have been bored to death and thought, 'I know. I'll concoct absurd criminal schemes and hide my involvement by using anagrams!'. Or something like that." Shizuka can't help but giggle at that. Two minutes later, she gets herself under control, yet has a wide smile on her face.
"You okay?"
"I'll be fine. When we marry, though, I'd like to use the alias on our wedding certificate until the whole mess blows over."
"That's the thing, Shizuka. It may never blow over. At least until years after Dread's found and stopped colder than an electric train without power."
"That long?" At his nod, Shizuka can only smile softly at him before murmuring, "I can wait that long." Putting her hand to her belly, she adds, "I can only hope our child doesn't have to face the burdens we had to." Feeling his hand atop hers, she looks up and sees him smiling softly.
"There'll always be burdens, but our child will be strong enough to weather them. After all, look who her parents are."
"What makes you think it's a girl, Scott?" Smiling softly back at him, she asks, "What if it's a boy?"
"He'll be just as strong."
"I quite agree." Tokisona's voice behind them gets their attention as they turn around in time to see a wheelchair-bound Tokisona being wheeled along by Gillespie. Grin/scowl on his face. "Pray you never have to give birth in here, Shizuka. The paperwork for requesting anonymity is enormous!"
"Easy, Doc. You just got out of the Hospital." Gillespie's words get an eye-roll from Tokisona before the former notices Shizuka and Scott. "Hey, I heard the news, guys. Congratulations to you both."
"Thanks, Aaron. All we need to do now is contact Higgins and we'll be all set to go to the JoP. With some friends of mine in attendance." Gillespie's interest can't help but be peaked.
"Who?"
"Alex Wheeler and her folks. Remember, I told you guys about them when I first started with you."
"Oh yeah. They kinda 'adopted' you into their family. In fact, we called you 'Wheeler' for a time."
"Don't remind me. You may find this hard to believe, but Jamie actually wanted to fill out the paperwork for adopting me even though I'm already grown."
"I do find that hard to believe. But, what about your family, Scott? You've never talked about them. At any time."
"That's because I have no family, Shizuka. Birth family, anyways. I was abandoned as a baby."
"What? Why?"
"That, Shizuka, is what I'd asked myself repeatedly until, at the age of ten, I decided I didn't want to know anymore. So I left it be. Some families wanted to adopt me, but there was one in particular I liked."
"The Walkers." At his nod, Shizuka asks, "Is that how you got your last name?"
"Yep." Unconsciously, he rubs his right ring finger before shaking it off. With Shizuka noticing it's bare.
"Why were you rubbing your finger just now?"
"I kinda got into it with Mr and Mrs Walker before I left for UNLETC. I told them that I wanted to help protect people as best I can. I took off the ring and headed out." Sighing, he adds, "Some time later, I got a package. The ring was inside, with a note saying, 'We all have to go our own way. Even those that are not of our blood. You'll always have a place with us'. I have yet to put the ring back on."
"I'd like to meet them. With your ring on your finger, Scott." Getting a nod from him, she then asks, "Have you talked to them lately?"
"No. I've been meaning to, but I've been very busy protecting a very pretty lady from a vicious low-life." A cute red splashes across her face before she joins in.
"Sounds like she's a handful."
"She can be at times. But she ultimately took root in my heart." Next thing they know, Myers clears his throat.
"Okay, you two. Save that mushy stuff for when you're alone. The sheer sweetness of you two is enough to give fifteen grown men cavities!" Yet he can't help but have a wide grin on his face. "Now what say we get you two hitched today?"
(Tokyo-3; Makoto's apartment; same time)
"Makoto, Makoto, Makoto!" Relishing the feeling of Makoto thrusting into her from behind as she orgasms, Maya can only dazedly grin before feeling his essence rushing into her womb again. "MAKOTO!" Feeling him slow his pumping down, Maya can only 'purr' contentedly. "Mmm. Makoto."
"This makes it, what, 18?" Maya can only giggle softly at that before lying down onto her side, with Makoto gently withdrawing from her channel before lying down beside her.
"I dunno. I lost count after eight." Feeling his lips press against her shoulder, Maya can only giggle again. "If you keep that up, we're going to be up, fucking, all night."
"Yeah, and we have to work tomorrow." Pressing another kiss to her shoulder as he holds her around her midsection, he yawns. "Plus we did spend a good portion of the day being carnal. I suppose we need a break until tomorrow night."
"Mmm, you're on, Lieutenant." Next thing she knows, she hears another yawn before yawning herself. "But what a way to go to sleep faster." When she doesn't hear him reply, but softly breathing in sleep, she can't help but smile softly. 'Sleeping like a log already.' Putting her right hand to her belly, she thinks, 'I think we did just enough for me to get pregnant. Several times over.' With that, she closes her eyes before snuggling into Makoto's frame, with her bed-mate gently tightening his hold on her. Smile on her face still, she slips into sleep's embrace.
(Shigeru's apartment; same time)
"Sorry I couldn't get us any time today, Roxy." Stretching out his arms, Shigeru adds, "On top of Makoto and Maya being scheduled off for today and doing the daily diagnostics on the MAGI… I'm just glad there was a manual for that kind of situation." Roxanne can only smile softly, with the smile having a hint of bitterness. With Shigeru noticing it. "What's wrong?"
"Shigeru, we need to talk. It's not about breaking up, if that's what you're thinking about. But, it could lead to it and it'd be my fault." Shigeru can't help but blink, with Roxanne smirking slightly. "I kinda hoped you'd react that way. But I might as well get it over with."
"Okay." Taking her hand into his, he says, "Go ahead, Roxy." From there, she tells him everything. Her real name, her past as a criminal, her doing work for the CIA in exchange for a reduction in her sentence… everything.
Shigeru can only sit there wide-eyed, with his jaw dropped in shock. Deciding she can't bear to look at his face any longer, and wanting to escape his certain wrath when he regains his wits before it starts, she quickly jerks her hand out of his before turning away. Only…
"Where do you think you're going, Roxanne?" His query calm, yet it sends nervous chills up and down her spine.
"I'm leaving, Shigeru. Before you explode in rage at me." Feeling his arms wrap around her from behind, she sniffs. "Let me go, Shigeru. Please."
"At this time of night? Are you nuts?" Roxanne notices the time on his clock and winces. "Your apartment's a good fifteen blocks from here. I'm not knocking your toughness, mind you, but you're in a bad state right now. I don't want to hear you got hurt walking home alone. Okay?"
"Okay." Tentatively, she asks, "Where do you want me to sleep?"
"My bed." Softly kissing her ear, he murmurs, "In my arms." Her smile returning slowly until it becomes dirty, she looks up to his face. Her gaze smoldering, it gets him to blush. "Sex?"
"Only if you want to."
"I do. You?" Next thing he knows, he feels one of her hands gently cupping his crotch before rubbing on it. Eager to return the favor, he gently cups her breasts. "How does this feel, Roxy?"
"Mmm." Roxanne feels his index fingers start brushing against her nipples, getting them to harden. "Mmm. That feels nice, Shigeru."
"Yeah, well, this may be a bad time to mention this, but I've never done this kind of thing before." Next thing Shigeru knows, Roxanne's turning around and dropping to her knees before undoing his trousers. Bringing out his member in the process. "Roxanne?"
"Shh. You'll like this." With that, she engulfs his member into her mouth before moving back and forth. Looking up at him, she winks playfully before returning her attention to what she's currently doing. Within four minutes, she feels his pressure growing before ending her sucking.
"Time for the main event." Rising from her position on the floor, she hikes up her skirt before skinning down a pair of thong panties. Allowing Shigeru to see her lower lips. "Like what you see?" At his soft nod, she giggles, leans against a wall and adds, "Come fuck me."
"But, I don't have a…" His voice trails off quickly when Roxanne mounts him, with her lips making contact with his. As the two kiss feverishly, Shigeru's hands are busy undoing the buttons on Roxanne's blouse. His eyes can't help but go wide at the lack of a bra, along with the sight of her 'C' cup breasts.
"Roxanne…"
"Shhh, just fuck me. Please." With that, Shigeru starts stroking into her, slowly at first. "Mmm, that's right. Slowly and gently for starters." She then gasps before giggling as his lips make contact with her left nipple. "Are you sure you've never been with a woman before, Shigeru?" At his nod, Roxanne can't help but snort.
"Could've fooled me. You can start moving faster now, by the way." An increased pace is the reply she gets from him as she holds him tightly to her form. Within minutes, she grins as she feels his pressure growing, tightening her legs' hold on him. With Shigeru noticing.
"Roxanne,… I… gotta… pull out!" At her 'no' headshake and smirk, Shigeru brokenly asks, "What… if… you… get pregnant?!"
"Then it'd be worthwhile!" Next thing she knows, she feels his essence pouring into her womb. "SHIGERU!" Clutching him close in orgasm, Roxanne feels her lips curling into a grin.
(NY; UNP-NY Building; Madeline's Office)
Looking intently over the paperwork for Command Transition from her predecessor to her, Madeline hears a soft knock on the door.
"It's open." Her eyes leaving the paperwork as she looks toward the door, she sees a young Caucasian male with short cut red hair. A briefcase handcuffed to his wrist. Smirking softly, she asks, "Overly dramatic, don't you think?" The young man blinks before looking down to the briefcase and smirking himself.
"Sorry, Madam Commissioner pro tem Simms, but what I have in the case is highly sensitive." Madeline blinks at that before indicating a seat across from her. The young man nods and fully enters the office before closing the door. Once he's seated, he begins. "I'm William Foster, Former Commissioner Percy's aide."
"Nice to meet you, Mr Foster. Now let's discuss that 'highly sensitive' material you have with you." Foster nods as Madeline sits forward in her seat.
"Yes, ma'am. I'm not sure how much you recall about the amalgamation of LEOs into the United Nations Law Enforcement Collective, but this matter is one aspect of it."
"I recall a good deal of it, Mr Foster. Please, go on." Foster nods before taking a deep breath.
"The United Nations Police, along with various other LEOs within the Collective, has a reciprocal agreement with what's essentially a 'Black Ops' unit. It functions as an anti-crime/anti-terror initiative that works under the auspices of the UN. Are you with me so far, ma'am?"
"I am. From the way you're talking, the 'Initiative' has operatives within the UN's LEOs. But, shouldn't Percy have been the one to tell me about it?"
"She couldn't as she didn't know because she wasn't read in. I, however, was. When the UNLEC was formed, that was when the reciprocal agreements started. Anyone high on the Command Chain, or at the least an aide for that someone on the Command Chain, has intimate knowledge of the operatives within their respective Organizations."
"Okay. But, why wasn't she read in instead of you? No offense."
"None taken, ma'am. In fact, I asked them that same question and they told me that as opposed to Ms Percy, I was more open-minded and considerably warmer to the idea of a Reciprocal Agreement. Ms Percy, however, would have caused no end of trouble for the operatives had she known about them. In fact, the operative that stopped the guy with a weird head in Australia, before it was wiped out, when he stole…"
"A piano shaped like a hammerhead shark. I saw the same news report. Go on."
"She threw a fit. Saying anyone that works like that is bound to impede due process and wreak legal havoc because he didn't go 'by the book'. When she wanted information on the operative so she can rail him, no matter what LEO he was with, she couldn't access it because she didn't have the necessary clearance." Madeline can't help but smirk at that.
"I bet she didn't take it well."
"No, ma'am. The air turned dark blue that night with all the cursing she did. She even whined out, 'But I'm the UNPC! My clearance is supposed to be high enough for that information! What do I have to do to get the clearance?! Go on live television and strip myself naked?!' That was quite dreadful."
"I imagine so." Giving a shudder, she adds, "That thought in itself is enough to get me to gag on the inside." Madeline lets out a soft giggle, with her tongue out in revulsion before nodding. "Okay. But, had she known though, would she have kept it quiet as I expect that the RA requires that it be kept quiet?"
"No ma'am. Not only was she possibly against the idea of an RA, she was also an opportunistic blabbermouth. If she'd seen an opportunity to make herself look good, she'd have announced the 'Initiative' and the RA to the world at large while saying that the UNP had worked hand-in-hand with the 'Initiative'. And that would've endangered the operatives' lives even more than usual."
"I see. Of the Officers she'd purged, were any…"
"Of the operatives among them? No ma'am. I made sure of that. They're in the system as Officers in good standing, but that's it. Any commendations or citations are kept off-grid for them as they don't do it for recognition. They do it for us."
"I see. Are any of the operatives here in NYC?"
"One or two, ma'am. Over at the 4-7. Good Officers, brave to no end."
"Okay. How many operatives within the UNP altogether?"
"260, ma'am. 2 per state for the US. Around the world, however, the numbers tend to vary. On average, though, about five per country. I have the numbers for the other LEOs with me if you're interested."
"I'll take a look when I have some time, Mr Foster. But, why come to me with this now? I mean, you're doing a good job as far as I can tell."
"I'm going into UNLETC myself, ma'am. I start in three months time."
"I see. Is it for the 'Initiative' or…"
"They did approach me about three weeks ago when I asked about joining the UNP. I'm still wrapping my head around it before I make a definite decision."
"How are you leaning right now, Mr Foster?" Mulling it over, Foster shyly grins.
"I'm thinking 'Initiative', ma'am." Madeline gives him a soft smile.
"I think it'd fit you, Mr Foster." Giving him a nod, she says, "I'm in. Does the 'Initiative' have a name or base of operations?"
"Yes, ma'am. N-Tek." Madeline's eyes can't help but fly open in shock.
"N-Tek? As in the sporting goods corporation? That N-Tek?"
"The very same, ma'am." Seeing her sit back, he winces, asking, "I came to you with this too soon, didn't I?"
"More like you just blew my mind with a nuclear warhead, Mr Foster." Blinking, she goes on. "About a year before he died, Tom told me about a sporting goods company that had its own anti-terror unit. He didn't name it, however, though I could tell he wanted to. Rapid response time, real time intelligence and equipment far beyond what everyone else used. Their courage without bounds, they acted fast when an emergency popped up. Often, an emergency would slip beneath the notice of the other organizations until it was almost too late. By the time they got word about it, though, the crisis would've already been finished with zero casualties."
"Until it went wrong one day. A diabolical criminal sought to annihilate the UN in Sweden using N-Tek's own equipment. The crisis was stopped, but at great cost." Snorting, he adds, "I read a report one of the Agents had written and the Agent stated, 'N-Tek, in my expert opinion, was staging these incidents to justify their existence to the UN. The only reason they managed to stop the 'Sweden Incident' in time, barely, was because they felt their charade had gone too far'. That report, however, earned that Agent utter ridicule from the UN. But, the damage had already been done."
"So N-Tek was forced out of the 'save-the-world' aspect just because one guy didn't like the thought of losing at all."
"That's right, ma'am." Uncuffing the case from his wrist, Foster opens it and brings out three CD-R disc cases. "Every N-Tek operative working deep cover as a member of the UNP is on these discs. Update as needed if you can, Madam Commissioner pro tem Simms. Also, keep them in a location that only you know about."
"I will. Thank you, Mr Foster. You did yourself great credit by honoring the RA to this point in time. I look forward to you graduating from UNLETC and working with you. No matter what LEO you go to."
"Likewise, Madam Commissioner pro tem Simms." Foster then rises and gives her a crisp salute. With Madeline rising herself and returning the salute.
"Best of luck to you, William Foster."
"You as well, ma'am." When they both end the salute, Foster picks his briefcase back up and heads for the door. As he opens it, he looks back at her and nods. "Who knows? I might wind up here in NYC on the UNP, ma'am."
"If you do, I'd be glad to have you in my command." With that, Foster nods back at her and finishes exiting. Once the door's closed, Madeline gazes at the discs and shrugs. "Might as well get a leg up as much as possible."
Booting up the computer on her desk, she opens one of the cases and brings out a disc before pressing the 'open' button for the CD drive. Putting the disc onto the tray, she pushes the button again and watches the tray recede back into the tower. Once it's back in place, she then waits for the prompt to show on the monitor. When it shows 'Do you wish to access?', she clicks on 'yes' and sees a list of names and locations.
"Let's pick one at random here." Her eyes fall upon a listing for 'Max Steel Jr', getting her to nod. "That one will do." Clicking on the name, she sees the dossier for Max come up. Her eyes then pore eagerly over the available information before she lets out a soft whistle.
"He's certainly kept busy. Wearing so many 'hats' as the situation dictates." When she sees 'personal data', she clicks on it. Only to see a warning appear in red.
Data restricted to N-Tek dedicated systems only.
That in itself gets her to arch an eyebrow in bemusement.
"Okay. No reason for access to be denied unless it's really sensitive. Let's see 'current status' here." Clicking on it, she peers intently at it.
Primary Investigator for N-Tek investigation into UN Agency NERV. On call status for emergencies that occur during investigation.
"NERV? Brian's working for Section-2 at NERV. Wait… Rachel." Picking up her phone, she presses in the number for Rachel's office at the UN. After one ring, the line picks up.
"SECGEN Leeds-Nez."
"Rachel, it's Maddie."
"Maddie, hi. How're you settling in as Commissioner pro tem for the UNP?"
"I'm working on it. Rachel, how secure is your phone?"
"Not secure enough. Why do you ask?"
"I've come across something you're undoubtedly familiar with and I'd like to know more about it."
"Say no more. Meet me in twenty minutes at the 'New York City Police Museum'. Alone."
"I will." Ending the call, Madeline closes the screen, ejects the disc and secures all three of them into her handbag's main compartment. 'Just until I get to the house and these into a safe.' With that, she rises and walks toward the door. As she opens it, she steps out, closing the door behind herself.
(Twenty minutes later; NYCPM)
Smiling as she sees her old roommate, Madeline steps toward her. Once there, she and Rachel exchange a greeting hug before Madeline looks around and sees people coming in and out of the museum.
"Sure picked a fine place for a discussion, Rachel."
"When it comes to apt locations for chats, Maddie, this is as fine as it'll get. Shall we?"
Madeline nods and the two walk in. Seeing the children in the Museum's Discovery area gets them both to smile warmly.
"The first time Jake and I brought Richie here, we saw his eyes light up at all the things on display here. One of the things he told us was 'I want to be a Police Officer one day'. He was six."
"Does he still feel that way?"
"He does." Watching as the children move on, Rachel and Madeline go to one of the displays before Rachel goes on. "What's on your mind, Maddie?"
"Max Steel Jr. William Foster gave me the files on N-Tek operatives working deep cover as members of UNLEOs just a short time ago. I tried to access the personal data for Jr and it came back as restricted to dedicated systems. And, well, I figured since you went to work for N-Tek when we parted ways…"
"I'd know about it." Madeline's silence tells Rachel she's correct. "I do. There's a reason for that, Maddie. Max Jr, like the man he's named after, is no ordinary operative. By law, he's supposed to have a normal life. But circumstances beyond his control make that impossible. He decided on his path, much like Max Sr did, long before his current assignment."
"The investigation into NERV." At Rachel's nod, Madeline asks, "But why is that information tightly controlled, Rachel? It's not like he's a child, after all."
"By law, he is, Maddie." The sight of tears dripping out of Rachel's eyes gets Madeline's attention as Rachel goes on. "He's a very special child. The fate of humanity rests on his young shoulders due to a cruel twist of fate. Need I go on, Maddie?" Madeline pieces it together before gasping in shock, her face bowing down.
"No, Rachel. You needn't go on." Her face rising back up, she adds, "I'll tack on a commendation for him, for valor in going far above and beyond the call of duty. If anything, he's earned it. Many times over."
"Yes, Maddie. He has. Though he doesn't do it for recognition."
"I know. Mr Foster briefed me on that aspect of the operatives working deep cover. In fact, they all deserve commendations for what they've done in service of the world." Looking at the display, a Police Uniform within it, she murmurs, "Much like the Law Enforcers of the days of old did when it came to this city."
"Agreed, Maddie. I trust Brian and the others left without difficulty this morning."
"As far as I know. I haven't had any reports of incidents relating to their departure." Smirking, she adds, "Though I wouldn't be surprised if something happened that's being kept under wraps. After all, Cochrane seems to be the kind of 'person' that can't keep himself out of trouble."
"I can't help but feel you'd be correct, Maddie. Anything that happens to him, he undoubtedly has coming."
(Tokyo-3; Section-2; Sychola's office; same time)
"Okay. Got that done and… Machiko?" Seeing his assistant pop her head into the office's doorway, Sychola asks, "Have you been able to get hold of Captain Toronaga to schedule the exercise?"
"Yes, sir. The Captain was out in the field most of the day, but I got hold of him. I informed him of your desire to do an exercise with the criteria and he responded that he'll get back to you on it by tomorrow, mid-day." Checking the time, she winces and adds, "Today mid-day, actually."
"Okay then. Go get yourself some rack time, Machiko. You need it." Machiko smiles softly before bowing.
"Hai, Taicho." Sychola's chuckles as she recedes from the doorway get her to giggle as well. Shaking his head mirthfully, Sychola sighs.
"Kids these days." Leaning back into his chair, he stretches out and adds, "I find it hard to believe she's single. I hope someone will come along and change that for her." Closing his mask's eyelids, Sychola smirks softly before dozing off.
(Zone 7; Dread's hideout; same time)
"Soon. Very soon." Gazing at the tubes, eleven total, Dread nods in approval. "You will all go out into the world and neutralize anyone with an axe to grind against me. And to think Ikari thought he could hide his project research from me. Such a fool he be. Of course, he still can be useful should 3rd Impact not happen as it should. As my heir for my time grows shorter and shorter by the day." Looking back toward the central tube, he then smirks before walking toward it.
"You, of course, are my contingency plan should Shinji Ikari not make his appointment with destiny by my wishes."
(Old Osaka airfield; nine hours later)
As the Kamenev Cessna touches down onto the tarmac, Hisnokasu glances over toward the prisoner transport van from the Section-2 sedan and nods. Getting nods back from the three men, he watches as the plane taxis its way to the vehicles. Just as Brian's Mustang is being driven out of the airfield's hangar before making its way to the vehicles. Once it's there, the driver's door opens and a man wearing a business suit exits before looking toward Hisnokasu.
"You colleagues of Agent Dyson?"
"We are. You?"
"One of the staff here, taking care to ensure Agent Dyson's car wasn't damaged while he was out of country." Watching as the Cessna's door opens, the man adds, "I hope you got enough room for the entourage he's got with him."
"If need be, we can transport some in the van. Right, Shibata?"
"Yes, sir! Though they'd have to be seated as far away as possible from the 'gift' for Captain Sychola!" Hisnokasu lets out a chuckle while nodding in agreement.
"Yeah. Who knows what'll happen with a 'gift' like that?" Next thing Hisnokasu knows, Brian's escorting a frail-appearing gentleman off of the plane, with a trio of women. One blond, one brunette and Nikita right behind. "Shibata, you may want to be ready to double as medical transport as I seriously doubt the gentleman Dyson's assisting is the gift."
"I'll say, sir. Dyson's not that crass." Hisnokasu rolls his eyes as Brian, the two new women and Nikita walk up to him, gentleman sandwiched between Brian and Nikita in support. Seeing Dyson salute, he returns the greeting.
"Agent Dyson, returning from fact finding mission, Lieutenant."
"Stand easy, Dyson. Welcome back. Situation?"
"Sir, the gentleman between Miss Kamenev and myself is her Father, Vladimir Karpovskiva. He's gravely ill and requires transport ASAP to NERV Medical." Hisnokasu nods and looks toward Shibata.
"Shibata, Medical detail. Make sure Mr Karpovskiva's kept as comfortable as possible."
"Yes, sir." Going to Vladimir's aide, he gently takes the man's arm and says, "If you'll come with me, sir, I'll make you as comfortable as I can." Vladimir nods as Shibata eases him toward the transport. Just as Brian goes on.
"The two women standing with Nikita and myself are UNBI Agents Ellie DeWitt and Janice Zuckerman. They worked closely with my Father before he died, sir."
"Welcome to Japan, Agents. But I can't help but feel there's more to Mr Karpovskiva than you're letting on, Dyson."
"There is, sir. He's the man that shot my Father. He's currently in UNBI custody, however, as a witness against the one that had him do it."
"Alright. Agents, if you'll go to the van, Shibata will get you arranged."
"Thank you, Lieutenant. Let's go, Janice." Giving Ellie a nod, Janice follows the blond toward the van as Brian turns back toward the plane.
"I'll be right back with the VIP, the 'gift' for Captain Sychola and the added surprise, sir."
"Very well, Agent. Carry on." Brian nods as he walks back toward the plane, prompting Hisnokasu to turn to Nikita. "How's he holding up, Miss Kamenev?"
"As well as he can, Lieutenant. The last few days have been trying on him, however. Very trying."
"I don't doubt that. How about you? How're you holding up?"
"About the same as Brian, actually. I never even knew my Father, let alone knew of what he did to hurt Brian. Inadvertently, of course."
"Meaning?"
"He was lied to by the 'gift' for Captain Sychola. His first rule, when he was active, stated 'No family men'. That rule was broken by the lie the 'gift' told him. He was sorely tempted to break the second rule. 'No killing the client'. I'm sure you can see where I'm going with this."
"I can, Miss Kamenev." Just as Hisnokasu finishes speaking, a Caucasian woman with graying brown hair, an African-American woman, two Caucasian males, one with brown hair, one with blond hair and a man in a wheelchair being pushed by Dyson emerge from the plane. The wheelchair-bound man is covered in makeup all over his face, with Hisnokasu hearing Nikita try stifling a snicker. To no avail. Hisnokasu then notices the Caucasian man with brown hair is limping along on a solitary crutch.
"How many patients do you have for Dr Akagi, Dyson?"
"Well, I don't know if Jenk'll be willing to be treated by Dr Akagi, but we can always ask him." Wheeling the wheelchair toward Hisnokasu, the others in tow, Brian then stops before speaking again. "Lieutenant Hisnokasu, the VIP. Gertrude Brantley, former spouse of Joseph 'Birdman' Jones."
"My condolences to you, ma'am. I heard bits and pieces of his career before his unfortunate incident."
"I thank you, Lieutenant. Joseph was quite devoted and fond of birds. His accident fractured his spirit and sent his mind on a downward spiral." Next thing they know, the man in a wheelchair snorts.
"Just say the man was crazy and leave it at that. I know I would've." The African-American woman grits her teeth and raises her hand. Only for Brian to stop her. A smirk on his face.
"Did you hear something, Lieutenant?" Hisnokasu gets Brian's game and smirks right back.
"I'm afraid I did not, Dyson. You?" Brian makes a show of scratching his head in puzzlement.
"Well, sir, I could've sworn I heard a thunderous fart coming from the 'gift' on this wheelchair."
"I BEG YOUR PARDON!" The brown-haired male then decides to get in on it.
"Whoo! Now that was a fart! Maybe it should be towed behind the van if it keeps that up, Lieutenant!"
"IS ANYBODY EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!"
"Man, who'd have thought wheelchair-bound gifts can be so noisy when it comes to farts?" The blond-haired male rolls his eyes and adds, "I've heard quieter farts in church. I hope you got some way to tow the wheelchair behind the van, Lieutenant. I don't want the people with you or us to have to suffer from air pollution in a confined space." In the background, Nikita and the African-American woman are both giggling while Gertrude's softly snickering.
"I'm sure I can find some way to transport the wheelchair outside the van if need be. I take it that it's the 'gift' for Captain Sychola, Dyson?"
"It is, sir. Former Interpol Chief Inspector Frederick Earl Cochrane. AKA the 'Candyman Slayer'. And one loud jerk to boot."
"I heard about that case. A real heartbreaker for certain. All those innocent children, slain for no good reason." Cracking his knuckles, Hisnokasu adds, "I see there's some pre-existing damage to the 'gift'. I don't think Captain Sychola will notice any extra damage. Do you, Dyson?"
"I don't think he'll notice, sir. But I'm afraid we don't have much time for additional 'gift' damaging, sir."
"Good point. Fujimoto, Tandonisa, secure the 'gift' for Captain Sychola." The two Agents nod before walking over and taking the wheelchair into their custody. As they wheel the chair over to the van, they both chortle sinisterly. "Remember, guys, minimal damage."
"You got it, Lieutenant!" Hisnokasu smiles widely before returning his attention to the remaining three people yet to be introduced.
"My adopted sister, Lisa Kinsey, her husband, Danny O'Malley and their friend and co-worker, Roland Jenkins. Jenk for short for him. They're UNP-NY." Hisnokasu looks Jenk over before frowning.
"Sorry about the leg, Officer Jenkins. I take it you're on recovery leave."
"Yes, Lieutenant. The Docs figure I'll be on leave for at least two months." Lisa can't help but scowl at that.
"Jenk, don't lie. You know the Docs told you five months leave, minimum. With another five months rehab for your leg." In return, Jenk smirks.
"I didn't lie, Kinsey. This is just a flesh wound. You'll see. I'll be fully healed and back on active duty by the 3rd month. Guaranteed." Lisa then gives him a soft smile before sighing as she turns to Hisnokasu.
"I gotta give him this much, Lieutenant. When he puts himself toward something, he doesn't stop." Hisnokasu can't help but nod in agreement with Lisa.
"Okay, Ms Brantley, Officer Jenkins, you're with me. Ms Brantley in the back seat, Officer Jenkins up front so your leg can stretch out." Quietly, Jenk nods and hobbles to the passenger side of the sedan. Opening the door, he slides himself into the seat, bringing his crutch in with him, and closes the door.