Sturmheim, Neu Uburzis, 31. 8. 2023Viktor went through the checklist one last time. Toothbrush, Clothes, Phone, Charger and Papers. The small house still felt empty with only him and his Dog living here, but it was home. He flipped his Passport around, an additional line in there said Ngati Porou as if it should mean something to him. Maybe it was time to change that as well, his flight to Hunter’s Bay was waiting, it would take some days in the Airship to reach.
Viktor walked over to the mirror, straightening his Uniform and staring at the man opposing him. There it was, the nose, the eyes. Almost as if his Grandfather was looking at him, it made him queasy. He hunted people like that, people that constantly tried to hide in Neu Uburzis due to their laxer laws. Of course they never understood that the Empire did not tolerate being used as Criminal Perverts hidey-hole. He sniffed them out for a living, part of the Police Ops that exfiltrated Sex Criminals back to their home countries. He had joined the Police track of the Academy after his grandfather's death. Did he feel responsible? No, but he felt like it would give the old man some peace knowing he tried to honor the man he was at the end of his life. Maybe it would help his soul find peace.
“Ready for a vacation, Bloodhound?” his Superior greeted him at the Airfield with a stack of Papers: “I’ll fly with the Mother, you are on the other Ship with the child. Rendezvous with the Iwi officials in the Hunter’s Bay Police Station.” His superior stopped for a moment: “Are you really sure you want to go there?”
Viktor groaned hearing this nickname. A year in action and fifteen arrests had earned him the title by some Journalists, purposely referencing his grandfather's involvement with the Hellhounds:
“No, I am not sure. But the boy needs an escort and if they have Questions about the details of the arrest it’s better I am there.” Viktor paused, glancing over his shoulder back to the Terminal: “I delayed facing my own history long enough. Once it’s done I'll have a short trip through the Commonwealth, hence why you’ll have to look after my dog until then.”
“Afraid to call him by name when the press could hear?” the man smirked at him: “He’ll be fine with his siblings. Don’t worry, Cerberus will be well cared for. Now I'll have to deal with a woman who kidnaps her own child to live with a known and registered criminal.”
Viktor cut him off and walked onto the Airship, this was about to be a very long trip.
Hunter's Bay Airport, Commonwealth of the Iwi, 3.8.2023Viktor ‘Bloodhound’ Schneider
stood at the same door his grandfather entered five years ago, the Hunter’s Bay Airport police station. Passing through, he walked to the reception, handing over his passport:
"Kriminaloberkommissar Schneider. I have an escortee for you, and should be expected. May I hand him over to the Father?”