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Back In the World (for @notjeff_yet)
[Department K was still there. Still populated. Arriving marked the only time Kane can remember that he didn't mind being accosted by surly mounties. He realized the time they were in sooner than that, though. They both did, he figures, because big rigs probably don't blow by too often on the roads of the zombie apocalypse.
They have to hold the kid under quarantine the first couple of days, just in case he brought back any nasty virus inevitably prefixed with Z. He doesn't seem to take it too personally. Might've helped that he, Kane, has to be quarantined too. They sit it out together and play Super Mario Kart.
They get cleaned up. He gets debriefed. The eggheads theorize about what might have happened. They want to hold him under observation, see if he makes another rogue time jump, if that's indeed what happened. Brass kills the idea. Then they want to hold the kid under observation. It's not too pointedly that he reminds them how that worked out with Gibney. They go back and forth for a bit. He eventually wins out.
He has to drop some unsubtle hints to the brass about the kid's value as a potential operative, though. So they put him through some tests, just in case their star agent's blowing smoke up their butts. Marksmanship, fitness, potential mutancy, all that fun stuff. He aces all of it. No mutant in him, but a fella doesn't need mutant powers to make a good agent. He's walking proof of that.
Finally, finally, he gets the go-ahead. They're free to leave the base, both of them. Brass wants him to keep the kid close, because he's from the future (they're still working out the date) and there's always crazies interested in those types. He heads down to the barracks they've both been calling home, and enters without knocking.]
Put your boots on. [The new pair or the mud-encrusted old ones being held together on a wing and a prayer, his call.] We're going for a drive.
They have to hold the kid under quarantine the first couple of days, just in case he brought back any nasty virus inevitably prefixed with Z. He doesn't seem to take it too personally. Might've helped that he, Kane, has to be quarantined too. They sit it out together and play Super Mario Kart.
They get cleaned up. He gets debriefed. The eggheads theorize about what might have happened. They want to hold him under observation, see if he makes another rogue time jump, if that's indeed what happened. Brass kills the idea. Then they want to hold the kid under observation. It's not too pointedly that he reminds them how that worked out with Gibney. They go back and forth for a bit. He eventually wins out.
He has to drop some unsubtle hints to the brass about the kid's value as a potential operative, though. So they put him through some tests, just in case their star agent's blowing smoke up their butts. Marksmanship, fitness, potential mutancy, all that fun stuff. He aces all of it. No mutant in him, but a fella doesn't need mutant powers to make a good agent. He's walking proof of that.
Finally, finally, he gets the go-ahead. They're free to leave the base, both of them. Brass wants him to keep the kid close, because he's from the future (they're still working out the date) and there's always crazies interested in those types. He heads down to the barracks they've both been calling home, and enters without knocking.]
Put your boots on. [The new pair or the mud-encrusted old ones being held together on a wing and a prayer, his call.] We're going for a drive.