Hoshi Takanawa - STCP Enforcer. -First Person Fortnight.....

It wasn’t right. We were here to bring Chrysler and Febuggure in, they were after all, defectors. But that was all. They’d not hurt anyone as far as I knew.
They’d not done anything to compromise other agents, and had, from my own observations done everything that they could to prevent getting us involved.

I’d trained with Chrysler, we had been friends. In fact, I’ve known him probably as long as Febuggure himself has, we worked together for decades, before we both went solo. Before the STCP changed the rules to prevent anyone from working solo.

The hatred that Katrina holds for Jay is immeasurable. I’d never realised just how powerful it was. How could it be so volatile? They were in love once, Chrysler talked about her every day, about how he’d go to the ends of the earth to be reunited with her and their then, unborn child. How could she hate the man that was so determined to find her. Would my wife harbour the same feelings of resentment for me, if I were to ever be reunited with her?

When she pulled the gun on Chrysler, it was difficult for me to remember my training, but remember it I did. I stepped forward to remind Salter, (the surname she preferred to be known by, as if to distance herself from her husband) that we were here to bring Chrysler in alive, before I could say anything however, FeBuggure pulled a gun on her. I caught a glimpse of Chrysler’s face as he did this. He did not appear thankful to his friend for his loyalty, and his assistance, rather furious at him for holding a weapon to the head of the woman who he had once loved. The situation got further out of hand when Ishani, on whom this situation will be equally difficult responded by pulling her weapon on him. Here, we had both fugitives held hostage, all I needed to do was to step in and calm the situation when one of Chryslers cohorts joined the standoff and I was forced to intercede. Eventually, there were ten of us, all with guns to each others heads, when all I’d wanted was to bring Chrysler and Febuggure to justice peacefully.

Katrinas reaction to seeing her husband was so intense, that I could not help but wonder what exactly the STCP had assigned her to my team for. Her emotions sure to compromise the mission, when it hit me. This was exactly what they wanted. They never wanted Chrysler or FeBuggure brought in alive. They were the only people to ever defect. And they were dangerous. It would make sense for the agency to want them dead in order to make an example of them, to prevent anyone else from trying to follow suit to reunite themselves with the lives they had left behind. My mind wandered for a moment to memories of my own family, my beloved wife and son. I would dearly love to return to them, at home in 16th century Osaka. To the life I had before I died honourably in battle for my emperor. To return now, would be seen as witchcraft to my fellows…I’d be shunned, or worse by my village, and by my family. A fate worse than death. The STCP may have denied me my warriors death, but my family’s honour remains intact, for that I am thankful. But Chrysler comes from time where people no longer fear ‘magic’ but embrace science, where people sail the stars and time travel is almost common-place. I can appreciate his keenness to return to his past life, when he does not face the shame that would have befallen me, and I am certain that others would do the same, it seemed obvious now to me why the STCP wanted Chrysler to die.

I had of course heard the stories of the atrocities that Chrysler and FeBuggure are said to have commited outside of defection, the rumours around the recreational rooms of HQ rife with speculation, however I never fully believed any of it. I knew Chrysler, he was a man of high morals. A man of honour.
He was not capable of committing the crimes that someone, who I was now convinced was the STCP themselves, had seemingly convinced so many of.

Just what kind of treatment had they delivered to Salter during her training to make her believe it so blindly? She should know the man she married better than anyone. There must be more to it. Were the STCP now altering the very minds of those they recruited?

Katrina was recruited shortly after Chrysler deserted. They knew that she could ‘get’ to him.
Her son was in stasis, back at HQ. Was this truly due to the illness as we have been led to believe, or could they have truly been so callous as to use him as a bargaining chip?

My thoughts were interrupted when the hologram faded out of existence, which pleased me, as the expression on his face was one I found rather disturbing. His weapon fell to the floor and before anyone knew it, Chambers gun was aimed directly at Rousseau. It was then that the strangest man appeared around the corner, and Chambers saw an opportunity to grab him, and gain an advantage.

The looks on the Blue Dwarf crews faces was one of confusion, I tried to shout out to Chambers, but he fired his weapon, which appeared to have no effect on the man. The distraction however was all that Chrysler needed, and he reacted by kicking the weapon from Salter’s hands, as she reached to grab it, a large hamster and a distressed looking female threw her to the ground and slammed the cuffs that the one name Davie had earlier used us around her wrists.

The woman aimed a pistol at Salters head, and seemed to take far more pleasure in it than one would expect. I gave the order at that point for my squad to lower their weapons. “Lets talk about this like civlised adults” I suggested.

Chrysler nodded in agreement, and he too gestured to his comrades to lower their guns. The Hamster pulled Salter to her feet, and Davie led her, still in cuffs and spitting with rage toward where the gentleman in the wheelchair had earlier directed us all along with the remainder of the group.

It was about time, that some answers were forthcoming, and I had a feeling that I was not going to like what I discovered about my employers….

<tag / tbc thought it would be interesting to see the POV of one of the enforcers!>