"..." Well that. Shit. "I'll be honest. That hadn't even occurred to me."
Sure he helps people find things, lends them a hand when everything goes strange and wrong. Maybe it's the idea of permanence. That joining up with any established anything here means he's given up on the idea of getting back to-
to what?
He's dead. There's nothing past that. Do not pass Go, do not collect 200 dollars. Dead. Gone. Done.
Why NOT build up some permanence here? Why not take part in something more than his own private endeavors.
"...You got much call for cops with infiltration experience?"
"We got a call for cops, period," she says. "Spook experience 's a bonus, I imagine. Gives ya a leg up. So long as ya know the law, ya fuckin' follow the law, and you don't pull that loose canon bullshit, you'll do fine. City needs people who ain't gonna take a payoff and know what it means to serve a higher callin' than their own bank account."
And as fucked as this guy had gotten, she knows he must have believed in that at some point.
"I'm trying to envision myself as a cop and- I can't do it." But it'd be nice, wouldn't it? Not the army but something different from work. Helping people. Really, genuinely helping people nad having the authority to help them.
That'd be a nice change. A good sense of purpose. A reason to help people protect themselves, to dig around and find out what the hell makes them who and what they are here.
"...goddamn sign me up. I'm down. Where do I apply for that?"
Hob reaches into her desk and takes out a battered datapad. She slides it across to him. "Read yer contract, sign it. Requisition armaments and uniforms at the new Order of Justice building. Don't get spooked that it's army personnel in there; we're standing down soon as there are enough civvies runnin' the outfit. Ya go talk to Lieutenant Stanton, since she's the army liaison with the order. Also have a chat with Elizabeth."
Since yeah, Elizabeth isn't in any kind of official capacity right now, but as soon as the trial's done, she'll be working hard. And Hob believes in running people in teams.
He does actually read the contract. He hadn't been careful enough with the Project, hadn't looked into every little loophole and deception they'd had in plain text if anyone bothered to untangle it. All that doublespeak and legal manuvering and he'd just smiled and signed for the honor of serving his people.
His species. His planet.
And what'd it get him? A bucket of issues and three bullets in the chest. Fuck that. He reads. He reads, reads again, and signs. Nothing in there he can't stand or won't abide- hell it's all pretty damn coherent. He can live with that.
"Yessir." If Hob says she's good- she's probably good. Besides that was in the middle of the whole. Thing. That ended up with the leg behind Hob being a thing in the first place.
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Sure he helps people find things, lends them a hand when everything goes strange and wrong. Maybe it's the idea of permanence. That joining up with any established anything here means he's given up on the idea of getting back to-
to what?
He's dead. There's nothing past that. Do not pass Go, do not collect 200 dollars. Dead. Gone. Done.
Why NOT build up some permanence here? Why not take part in something more than his own private endeavors.
"...You got much call for cops with infiltration experience?"
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And as fucked as this guy had gotten, she knows he must have believed in that at some point.
196 Early Evening (February 26th) Action
That'd be a nice change. A good sense of purpose. A reason to help people protect themselves, to dig around and find out what the hell makes them who and what they are here.
"...goddamn sign me up. I'm down. Where do I apply for that?"
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Since yeah, Elizabeth isn't in any kind of official capacity right now, but as soon as the trial's done, she'll be working hard. And Hob believes in running people in teams.
196 Early Evening (February 26th) Action
His species. His planet.
And what'd it get him? A bucket of issues and three bullets in the chest. Fuck that. He reads. He reads, reads again, and signs. Nothing in there he can't stand or won't abide- hell it's all pretty damn coherent. He can live with that.
"The chick on trial for arson?"
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196 Early Evening (February 26th) Action
He gets it.
"THanks for the casserole. And the job."
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He's not one of her soldiers, but it's reflexive habit.
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