Jay's inside voice.

It was her.

She was here....

I'd searched for centuries for a way to get back to her.....I never imagined it.....

...never imagined it would be like this...

A million questions raced through my mind, How could she be here? How could she be an STCP agent?!

What the kind of smeg were the STCP trying to pull here

It had to be a trick, didn't it? They were trying to get to me... It couldn't be anything else....but...

As soon as I pulled that mask off, I knew.

She didn't just look like Katrina, this was Katrina, MY Katrina. My Kitty....

She'd changed sure. Her hair now short, the piercings, the attitude was a far cry from the sweet girl I married all those years ago. But it was her I'd know her anywhere. As I gazed into her deep blue eyes, my heart broke in two, I could see her sadness, her desperation, but most of all, I could see the hatred she now held for me.

She recoiled in disgust as I reached out to her. Her hands cuffed by Davie, she couldn't have done anything else. I couldn't tell you what anyone else was doing. At that moment, it was just me and her in the whole universe. I wanted nothing more than to be with her, she was my wife...she was.....she was my life

My mind turned to Cass, and to how hard this must be on her. Just hours ago she had professed that she loved me, and I didn't reciprocate. Truth is, I knew I wasn't there yet, it's hard to fall in love when everyone you ever cared about is taken from you. I didn't want that to happen with Cass...she deserved better. Not that I couldn't love her, just...not yet...

She deserved better than this. My dead wife showing up out of the blue, just as I'd gotten used to the fact that I'd never see her again, that she was actually gone. Just as I decided to move on and make a go of it with Cassandra. Cass, this, incredible, sexy woman who's given me everything I want.

What the hell do I do now?

"Jay, please. If you don't give us back the com-units, we'll all die"

Who the hell was this chick? And what was she talking about?
She ran over to Kat, they were obviously close, she threw an arm over my wifes shoulder to comfort her. Katrina did nothing, she didn't respond in any way, she just continued to stare at me. Her eyes burning with hatred for me.
What did I do to make her feel this way? What could I have possibly done?
I hadn't even noticed that I was crying until a tear splashed on the deckplate by my feet.

Hoshi shouted something about the HK's coming to kill us. My eyes flitted from Kat to him, as I stood. Hoshi and I had been friends, we trained together. He glanced back at me, almost apologetically.

I could hear the rotors of the HK's approaching, we all had to put our differences aside for a moment and figure out a way out of this. Phil, as he had done so many time before pulled it out of the bag. With the help of the archivers, he'd secured an arsenal of weapons for us. Against my better judgement, Davie had uncuffed the enforcers and was handing out guns to them. Solvay, Gomez, Pancake and White Wolf armed themselves too, Seymour cowered in the corner.

The HK's were on us before we knew it, every one of us opened fire, it seemed almost as though our bullets were bouncing off them, when, suddenly, out of nowhere a group of Huzards descended on ropes and slit the throats of the machines.

I have no idea how that worked. Since when did remote drones have throats that could be slit?

Either way, it didn't matter. The HK's were down. Seymour blurted out some nonsense about going to a cafe for tea.

It was then that I was proven right about giving guns to the enforcers. Katrina, raised her rifle, and pointed at my head at close range.
I turned to look her in the eye, when Phil, pointed his gun at her head. The asian girl who had comforted her did the same to him, Solvay to her, Hoshi to him, Gomez, followed suit, and it continued until the other two enforcers and Pancake had joined.

Seemed only fair I joined in and I raised my gun and aimed it at the head of the guy who pointed his at Justin's light bee. I didn't know if these guns were capable of penetrating a hard-light field, I wasn't going to give this guy the chance to find out.

It was a mexican standoff. Five enforcers, five dwarfers, all holding each other at gun point. Cass, Phi, Seymour and White Wolf looked on, none of them daring to make a move in case of a bloodbath.

"Well" I said, speaking something other than my wife name at last "this is a pickle...."

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