Voltron Global Military Intelligence and Counter-Terrorism Unit

Galra Empire

1130 Hours

02/05/2018

London, England

Classified Voltron Headquarters

Takashi stared at the wall across the room without moving a muscle. After being accepted to Voltron again, the operatives put him in a room as part of a therapy test. The room was grey and completely in utter silence. The table was made of steel with an empty cup beside him. Shortly, a woman in a camo uniform with an Italy patch on the shoulder entered the room. She carried a notebook with a pen attached.

"Good afternoon, my name's Miley Esposito. I'll be your therapist for today."

Shiro did not respond as Esposito took a seat. His eyes looked away from her.

"Let's get started," Esposito said. "First off, please state your name and current rank."

"Commander Takashi Shirogane." Shiro answered.

Allura and Coran watched the therapy session behind a window which was mirrored in Takashi's view. Esposito looked down at her notebook and glanced upon Takashi.

"What was your occupation after leaving Voltron?" She asked, with the pen touching the notebook.

"Moved to Hawaii and started working as a construction worker by day and bartender at night."

"By any chance have you been in any contact with alcohol or drugs?"

"I don't take drugs but I consume alcohol twice a day and shots of scotches on special occasions."

As Takashi spoke, Esposito jotted down the information. She read his facial expression and body movement as she did so. Esposito stopped writing and glanced at Takashi.

"Last question, Commander," Esposito asked. "Why do you want to return to Voltron, despite completing a rescue mission earlier?"

Takashi didn't respond but he thought about it. He still feels guilty of his actions and doesn't get why he accepted himself back to Voltron. He took a deep breath and looked at Esposito, ready to answer.

0820 Hours

02/07/2018

United States of America

Somewhere in the forest

The door shattered to pieces and smoke followed up. Keith and Lance stormed into the room while Pidge and Hunk followed them down a hallway. They all carried M4A1 rifles and wore black chest carriers over their clothes with tactical gloves. As Keith and Lance took point, Hunk and Pidge were trying to catch up to their fast movement.

"Could you two slow down?" Pidge asked.

"Keep up, we're on the clock." Keith replied.

Pidge rolled her eyes. She should've known Keith was like this. The team made their way to a corner and Keith spotted two wooden targets, shaped into men with ski masks.

"Contact." Keith called.

Before Keith even raised his rifle, Lance pushed him away and fired three rounds at the targets.

"Gotta be quicker than that." Lance teased and smirked.

Keith growled as he went past Lance and they advanced. As the team approached to another hallway, Pidge and Hunk stacked up on a door to their right while Keith and Lance went to a door on the left across each other.

Pidge and Hunk kicked down the door and shot down two targets inside while Keith and Lance did the same after Pidge and Hunk kicked the door. Lance aimed for the target nearby, only for Keith to bump into him with his shoulder and take the target.