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The day after he’d arrived, Kodiak was able to jump into the routine of the Japanese team. He was assigned to patrol with the team and learn the layout of the city and areas that the Brave Police regularly worked in. It made sense to him, he’d be up to speed on the differences between Canada and Japan’s police systems in fairly short order through the immersion. It was a little curious that Deckerd hadn’t had much to do with his training - or said more than two words to him - but Kodiak trusted that the Brave Detective was simply busy and would pick up working with him once he was up to speed. There was one small draw back to diving headfirst into the work and that was getting hit figuratively between the optics with culture shock. While he had downloaded and gone through the files on Japanese culture before he’d gotten on the plane it hadn’t prepared him for everything. With several rather embarrassing moments behind him, Kodiak was just finished for that day. The other Brave Police

Deckerd woke with a start, engine revving to full in a fraction of a second. The police car quickly scanned the area, relaxing as he recognized his surroundings. He was still parked in the carport at Yuuta’s house. He let a quiet if unsteady sigh escape his vents as he willed his racing systems to calm. It had just been a bad dream. Still, he couldn’t shake the oppressive feeling that the events of that dream were on their way to becoming reality. Deckerd shuddered. *** The next morning Deckerd dropped Yuuta off at school and drove to the station nearly on automatic, his mind somewhere else totally. He didn’t really snap back to the present until he walked in the office door and narrowly managed to dodge a flying soccer ball. “Drill Boy, what were you told about playing soccer in the office?” Drill Boy sheepishly retrieved his ball from the hallway. “To not do it.” He responded before scuttling off. Deckerd shook his head and walked to his desk and got down to work, hoping

Jason pulled the door to the garage open. He stood in the doorway for a few long minutes, attempting to plan how he’d handle the situation before him. When he’d accepted the offer to be part of this new squad he’d thought he was prepared. He’d learned otherwise very quickly. How could you prepare for having a five-meter-tall, three something tonne, transforming robot as your partner? Certainly nothing in the books or files could have prepared Jason for the scenario in front of him: standing in the door of his garage at home and Kodiak … huddled as far back into the corner as he could manage, amber optics glowing brightly in the dim light and fixed on the windows set in the main door. Not even a month ago, Jason would have been staring in disbelief at such a reaction from the white and navy Brave. Now? A few adventures had changed his mind about the mech. “The lightening is not going to get you, Kodi.” Jason said gently. The mech’s stance relaxed a little but his optics remained fixed

“Wait. Isn’t the new squad a mechanized team?” “It is. It just isn’t the conventional unit. That’s why you were selected, Corporal, your profile suggests that you are our best choice to be the partner for Canada’s first Brave Police unit.” Jason sat back in his chair. He hadn’t been expecting this at all when the superintendent had called him to her office. He’d casually signed up for a new unit, not expecting to be even looked at, and now here he was, being offered what amounted to the top position. “Corporal?” “Hm? Oh, sorry.” Jason snapped back to reality, “It’s … it’s a lot to take in.” Superintendent Tremblay nodded. “I don’t expect an answer today, it is a big decision, but I do need an answer by the end of the week …” “I’ll do it.” She raised an eyebrow in surprise at the quick response. “I signed up, I had the qualifications and I got the job. Why not?” Jason asked a few more questions regarding the position and what it entailed, becoming more confident that it wasn’t

Duke silently watched King from the door of the repair bay. The black and red mech hadn’t left his position at Bishop’s side since they’d returned to base. He knew he wasn’t very good at this sort of thing but he felt it was only right that he should at least say something to King. King seemed completely unaware of the white mech’s approach until he spoke. “I should never have let him go.” Duke paused for moment, considering his words carefully. “King, our job is a dangerous one. I know it might sound callous but it’s a miracle that we only had one casualty, given what Khan had tried to do.” King let a quiet gust of air escape his vents, his head still lowered. “If I weren’t so exhausted, I would have given you a thrashing for saying that … but, at the same time … you’re right. Bishop …” King had to pause for a second to keep his voice from cracking. “Bishop wouldn’t have wanted us to fight.” Duke was about to say something further but he spotted Regina and Toudou entering the