The marble courtyard fountain blossomed brilliantly with hues of red, orange, yellow and silver at twenty second intervals. Precision mixed with beauty. That was the overriding precedent that swallowed the entire courtyard. Ornately carved benches stood flanking the fountain at all four major directions with walkways extending towards different parts of the complex that was the Spatio-Temporal Service(or Agency as some refer to it). As the silvery droplets turned blood red, Igusuki or "Iggy" Kichirou removed his right arm from the full glass pane window, wiping away the smudge that his suit sleeve had left with his other sleeve only to make the smudge worse. A snort of laughter came, dark brown irises examining the now opaque spot on the window and acknowledged mentally that this could have been interpreted as a microcosm of how things had gone the past few months. He rolled his shoulders back, suit jacket bunching up momentarily before settling on the broader than average(but not too broad) shoulders of his almost six foot frame(by an inch!) and adjusting the monocular HUD situated about half an inch in front of his eye. Other than a report of rain in the lower right hand corner of his HUD that disappeared as quickly as it appeared, his surroundings remained largely undisturbed as he took a seat in an overstuffed leather chair that crinkled audibly upon his sitting in it. "Sometime soon..." He mumbled the words that the STS general's assistant had told him when he was ushered into the room forty five minutes ago. This waiting did nothing but prolong the churning from within his gut, fully aware that a meeting with Kyle "Brickwall" Vance normally was for either disciplinary reasons or an assignment that was top level clearance, First Circle's eyes only and all that. Not that everyone knew the second purpose of Vance's meetings, but he got familiar with the latter a couple of times thanks to an affiliation with a few operatives who had helped him climb the ranks. Well, former operatives. Shaking off the potential wallowing that threatened to envelop him(again), he blew out a sigh, mentally commanding his HUD to run a news stream. A manicured and coiffed Nancy Yu delivered more successes across the Terran Galactic Empire. Thwarting alien pirates, smuggling and traffic across the Main Square were all topics that Nancy covered expertly and quickly, two traits that those within the Empire valued almost above all others. There was, however, one report that he flagged for later about reports of slight tremors occurring outside Galaxity walls, but for citizens to not be alarmed and that it was normal "tectonic" movement. Igusuki would see if- "Kichirou! Sorry for the wait." The barrel chested man rolled into his office, suit buttons jangling as he sat behind the massive wooden desk that dominated the eastern part of the room. "You wanted to see me, sir?" "Indeed I did." A slight twitch of his grey mustache. "Something has come to our attention. Something very...strange." The general didn't normally sound frightened, but Igusuki thought he could hear a trace of the foreign emotion creep into the older man's voice. "Wha-" "The team you were sent back with to the 1920's to apprehend Buloxi, the smuggler turned fanatic? You remember?" Every night. "Yes." "One of our mission control teams received a distress call from a STS transmitter. Code zero two one, which is a call for recon." Clearing his throat, Vance leaned forward, stocky arms weighing on the desk as he continued: "Putting you on that mission was a mistake. A stupid one on my part, but you were the one that came back alive with a mission report that stated ALL of your team was wiped out. I need you to go back and make sure that's the case." "I'm sorry?" "I'm sending you back to the 1920's to investigate the distress call." "I thought I was stripped of my field license...sir." "Consider it temporarily reinstated. And I'm not sending you back there without someone competent to make sure you don't screw this one up either. She'll be coming in to introduce herself in a minute."