<div class="floatleft">(http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r94/anIrishlad/e1ea7731-f789-473c-b283-ee5842efaa62_zpsbwo0bfy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chief Fredrick Hagerstrom<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Train Station<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shéya Reinhart<strong>Mentioned</strong>others<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Fredrik really wasn’t sure what he should be expecting, as the mag train pulled into the simple station. The communications from Headquarters in Sane, had been brief about the new officers he was getting. Little more than confirmation that he was getting reinforcements and a list of names. Of course messages were always short, either sent that way or getting scrambled by the dust. So it could have been that those responsible for sending him everything he needed to know, had done their job but the planet itself was preventing the fulfilment of that task. Like many others on Priri IV, he was left wanting more.<br/><br/>Still, he hadn’t expected who stepped off the train.<br/><br/>Now Hagerstrom wasn't a bumpkin living under a rock, even if he was living in a dustbowl. He had heard of Genomorphs before, almost everyone had, he had even seen some, on vids and holos before. There was talk of their kind across the planet. Almost every miner dream of striking it big enough that he could buy a ticket off the dry rock and buy himself one. The owners of bars and brothels across Priri IV always seemed to claim they were in the process of buying some to work at their establishments. Although such talk seemed more in doubt recently, as rumors of emancipation began to creep into the far reaches of the hot world, as new arrivals brought news of political dealings and court cases.<br/><br/>No, it was more that she was getting off at a backwater station, on a backwater planet. And he would have to admit, the vids and holos, didn’t hold a candle to see one in real life.  small admiring smile crept over his face, as he looked her over. From the way she was dressed, which was very pleasing to the eye, he didn’t doubt she was headed for one of the brothels or maybe a bar. Had the owner of one such business, finally done what he had claimed he would do? And then his smile fade, as he noticed the pair coming right on her heels (or perhaps paws might be the right word). He knew them, all too well and his features hardened into a stern mask of disapproval.<br/><br/>They were dealers, in legal and semi legal drugs and scammers. Fredrik had in fact, tossed them out of town, none too gently, over a dozen times over the last half a decade. They would drift around on the maglev, end up in a new town on the line and get kick out of there before repeated the process, often making their way back into a town, with the hopes no one would remember them. Well, he remember them and the pitiful squeals they had, the last time he had given them a good beating, before throwing them back on the train.<br/><br/>He was about to take a step forwards, ready to just toss them back on the train, when the pair spotted him and took off. The Chief might have gone after them but the wolf morph was walking right towards him, what appeared to be a confident look on her face, as she stopped right in front of him, set down her suitcases and offered her hand (paw) with an introduction, as Lieutenant Sheya Reinhart, the name and rank of one of his new officers.<br/><br/>He blinked, taken by surprise. This very lovely being was one of his new officers? While he had nothing against female cops, in fact he had met more than a few goods ones, she looked more like a brothel girl. besides, he was supposed to be getting a K-9........squad. Fredrik Hagerstrom was torn between laughing at the joke and a strong desire to strangle whoever thought they were a damn comedian, back at headquarters, as he noticed more Genomorphs getting off the train. A K-9 squad indeed.<br/><br/>“You are correct Lieutenant” said Fredrik, recovering and taking the offered paw in a strong grip, “I am Chief Hagerstrom, although most just call me Chief or swear at me.”