"Captain Tagachi?" a British man asked in Japanese, stepping into the dojo that Sato taught at.
"I'm retired," Sato replied, standing up from a meditative position. "But that's me. And just who are you?" He looked the X-COM recruiter over. His bearing and stance indicated that he was a member of the military.
"I'm Sergeant Benson sir, I have a proposition for you," he said.
"I told you, I'm retired. I'm a civilian now, you don't have to sir me."
"Do you have somewhere private where we can talk? Sergeant Benson said.
"There's an office in the back. Follow me," Sato said, interested, and led the way.
"So, what's this all about?" Sato asked, leaning against a desk.
"I represent an international task force that's been formed to combat-"
Sato cut him off. "I'm retired, son. I don't work for the military anymore and I'm not interested in going back. There's lots of military divers out there, talk to one of them."
"You're one of the best," the mans stated flatly. "How many bombs did you defuse in that last mission. Thirteen? You're one of the few combat divers on the planet to ever engage in combat activity in the extreme depths."
"Fifteen bombs actua;;y. And best, in my business, is generally only by a very slim margin."
"Just the read this file, and you'll see how important this is."
Sato sighed. "All right, I'll read it, if only to convince you that I DON'T want to go back to active service."
Sato picked up the file, and started reading it.
Fifteen minutes later
"This is for real?" he asked, rhetorically, laying the file down on the desk. Benson nodded.
"All right. I'll need a day to tie up my matters here. I'll be reporting to X-COM within forty-eight hours. I'll provide you with a list of what gear I need."