"Blah, blah, blah, work for the military... Blah, blah, blah, secret Gamma Team... Blah, blah, blah, Machine guns and rocket launchers... Blah, blah, blah, requisition what you need... Blah, blah, blah, training blah, blah, blah, any time you want. Blah, blah, blah, we'll pay you... Blah, blah, blah, instead of execution."
How can anyone wonder why Station would go along with that? Four months spent playing soldier-boy on the government's dime was essentially a vacation. During his downtime, he "worked" on his magic, s he always had, but he found and more of his time taken up in practice, trying to excel at the wargames in which he constantly found himself. It was never really anything but a game to him during the training phases, and they likely engineered it that way, but when he was sent on his first mission, the training and skills from those games served him well in the field - of course, the skills he had picked up in his years a shadowrunner (and before) we the center of his place on the team, but accented by his new tactical skills, his usefulness seemed to rise exponentially.
It seemed ironic that only after his forcible retirement from shadowrunning did he pick up the basics of standard tactics and security measures, but despite what his superiors had to say on the subject, he knew he was still a shadowrunner. the Mr. Johnson was Uncle Sam, and the payout was a salaried contract, but a run was a run, and Station knew a run when saw one. Especially when he was the one running.
At first, no one wanted him to take the heavy support role, thinking he was just goofing around to mess with his superiors, but given certain other options, at least it would be a relatively responsible person carrying the rocket launcher. After walking away from a few scraps without a scratch on him, it became clear to his teammates that he hadn't abandoned his civilian armor for the military uniform, but had rather changed the look of his old armor to preserve its protective properties without leaving it behind. A clever trick that the others soon asked him to perform on their own armor.
On the surface, he seemed to adapting to the military life much better than anyone would have expected. Sure, he was generally out of uniform in some way or another, and never really seemed to carry off military formalities unless it was important (by his own unfathomable standards, and no one else's), but he hadn't yet slept with a superior and convinced her to give him his discharge papers, nor had he pulled a simple disappearing act... At least not so far.
How long it would last was anybody's guess.
