Another prison convoy lands on Vierlande, another batch of criminals and prisoners in chains walking off from the loading decks to be tagged and registered for their offences, all wearing the known orange jumpsuits and attempting to cause rabble upon the station. Except for one man, walking right past them, wearing a cheap pair of denim trousers, a purple and white striped shirt and a pair of sunglasses sporting some hair gel to freshen himself up. His big gleaming smile was accompanied by a cup of sunbucks, still steaming.
Walking up the stairwell, he soon finds himself on a crisscrossed catwalk overlooking the entire holding cell block, leans over the railing and scanning the floor below, he takes note of a certain individual getting messy with a uncooperative prisoner, attempting to start a fight with another warden. He lowers his shades to get a closer look at what seemed to be the Kommissar he was looking for. "Mr Krupp I believe..." He whispers to himself before walking off.
Krupp was breaking the little mess up wasn't much of a task, at least, not for someone who tended to just go 'to blazes' with uncooperative prisoners. It wasn't about rehabilitation, and being nice, it was about getting a bad man in a cell so he couldn't do bad things outside of the cell. Once the troublemaker was securely tucked away in a nice, rigid cell, Krupp took off to the stairwell to make his way to the second level. He was not part of the normal station crew, however, he visited it so frequently, at one point the Wardens had set aside an unused office space for him. With a cot pushed up in the corner and a working screen and terminal, it let him get what ever work was waiting for him done, without the time it took to fly back to New Berlin.
Enfield had already found his way into Krupp's office, he'd decided to put his feet up on a clean spot on his paperwork ridden desk and flick through his terminal, he swiveled in his chair slightly as took a sip from his cup of coffee. He left the door slightly open in his office to at least arouse some suspicion for the fun of it.
He didn't waste time at the opened door, and walked inside. With the door open, he hardly was surprised to find someone inside waiting. Stepping inside, he took the seat on his side of the desk. "Feet don't go on the table" He said, with a rather straight face.
"Yeah well, hopefully this won't be your desk for much longer." He said with a grin on his face. "You've been on a list of interest for quite some time Mr Krupp, especially mine." He takes another sip of his coffee before taking out a carrier bag with another sunbucks inside along with cream and sugar, passing it to Krupp. "Now I sure do hope you bloody well know who I am, which would be good."
He stirred himself the coffee, sitting back in his chair. "It's not hard to figure out. There's only so many people that, I will point out, are sitting at my office without an appointment. Which I'm quite certain is considered rude" He said. He was just offering a bit of verbal jabbing. He was well aware the BDM would enjoy talking in circles, maybe if he started the entire thing they may cut to the point more directly. Spies will be Spies.
"Your field reports look good..." He throws a folder on the table, covered in buro markings and information on Krupp himself. "High arrest count, good squadron command and leadership skills, an impressive combat record along with extra things like undercover work, special anti-riot, armed response and anti-terror training." He takes a look out the window to see the jail cells. "You ever thought about traveling all over Sirius for the protection of the Rheinland state and its people? Instead of being stuck in here as much as you might enjoy it."
He shrugged slightly. "I'm sure I have at some point. But I started here, it's a bit late to make a switch Once you've invested in the career like I have" Invested, maybe, but hardly impossible. He glanced through the folder, casually ignoring the warnigns about reading it on the front page. The Arrests, the fines, and various incident reports were all here. The LSF Agent he took down, and the various personal logs He'd kept after encounters with Nomad and Wild forces. "You're not here to honeypot me, are you?"
"No, that's a special training procedure." He chuckles to himself as he continues to flick through the terminal. "But investing into a career, I have done and done very well... Its pretty much a lifetime commitment now." He places his badge on the table showing his name and rank, Geoffrey Enfield, Kommissaroberrant, Buro Der Marineintelligenz. "But trust me you'll be doing more of the same in terms of protecting Rheinland... Maybe twice or three times as effective with five times the amount of paycheck."
The money was good enough. He didn't have the interests or the time to go after high price pursuits, but it was a good enough incentive when it came down to it. "So it's a flat invitation hmm?" he asked, throwing a casual glance at the badge. "Come on over, join the time. I don't buy it" he said narrowing his eyes slightly. "There's something more to this, more than just 'You're good, you could do more' There's a reason you need me. What is it?"
"People are moving up in the ranks, looking at sitting in the high castle with me and the Direktor as we're reworking most of our internal positions. But that leaves the officers break room empty, us head honchos can't be the ones that train the new recruits and keep the agents in line all the time." He puts down his coffee and takes another badge out of his pocket... This time with Krupp's name, Spezialagent ranking and a BDM insignia. "But you'll also need to uphold the values that Rheinland holds so dearly in an alternative method when the time comes..."
"I think I see what you're aiming at" He murmured, nodding his head. "It's definitely something I can put thought to, but, there are a few things I'd have to insist on " He said as he leaned forward onto the desk properly. "I've been around the block, I know what I'm doing. I don't want to be treated like some kid pulled out of basic"
"Then show it to the people you'll be training and overseeing. And maybe after that, we'll supply you a commissioned officer uniform, a gunship and then transfer you to our main headquarters." He takes his feet off the desk and rolls right up to the edge of it, placing his arms on the desk. "Your badge, here..." He taps next to the Buro badge, insisting he places his next to it.
Krupp raise an eyebrow, but finally relented, and did as he was asked. He'd already gotten himself this far, a bit too late to start worrying about where one was headed. Buro der Marinintelligenz. Not exactly where he'd seen himself winding up. But, then again, with what he'd seen and been a witness to, perhaps this really was the way to change things.
"Now, you have a choice... You can continue to attempt to keep the peace and react to incidents that already happen, be glorified on the news sometimes." He points to the Police badge. "Or you can stop them from ever happening, keep the peace before its disturbed, live a relatively normal life off duty with a nice paycheck, equipment, house and protection. Be able to fire that taser of yours without warning and the mess of paperwork. And its much more exciting if you take my word for it." He points to the Buro badge, before sinking back into the office chair.
"You don't need to pitch it to me like some kind of cheesy hero flick, I'm not that naive. The work is coarse, gritty and messy, nothing neat about it. I know what I'm getting into" To treat it as anything besides that was, well, a joke at the best. It wasn't nice and clear cut being a good guy, quite the opposite from the accounts he had heard. He wanted to land feet first, not face first.
"Alright..." He pockets the police badge and leaves the Buro one on the table. He pulls out a duffel bag from under the table before throwing it on there. "Pack up what you want and meet me at the hanger. Get dressed into something more... Casual." He twirls around in the seat before getting up and walking to the door. Before exiting, he turns around to Krupp. "Oh and... We haven't got your quarters ready so you'll be staying on my ship in the meantime throughout this trial period."