Appearance: Captain Becker is very hot is 6'0", with sensible dark hair and brown eyes. He has a slim, muscular build and is very fit due to regular training routines and anomaly incursions. Formerly very stoic, the past twelve months of failure have worn down his defenses and left him more outwardly emotional. He is usually seen in black combat fatigues, fighting to keep the uniform because it promotes a sense of unity and authority in the field. He always wears a watch. Outside of work, Becker dresses casually and surprisingly owns more than just his uniform.
Role in the ARC: Head of Security
Personality: Becker is a very difficult man to figure out. Before his friends went and got themselves trapped in the past, he was a stoic man, doing what needed to be done and attempting to keep everyone at arm's length (and alive in the process). But a year with that grief has worn him down. His mental barriers could only withstand so much and one day, he quit bothering with them all together. He's one of those people who keeps to themselves, or at least tries to, but he's seen what bottling up his emotions for a year could do to a person's state of mind and now at least tries to make an effort to reach out to others. He's more open now then he was a year ago, cracking jokes and on more than one occasion, even a smile. His sarcasm is oftentimes used to distance himself from strong emotions. He's more determined than ever not to let anyone else die and he vehemently objects to anyone going through the anomalies for any reason. He's still more inclined to shoot first, ask questions later, and isn't too happy with the new non-lethal weapons, but he's working on it.
Skills: handling weapons, sarcasm, protecting the others, taking charge of a situation, level-headed
Likes: guns, camping, archery, rugby, triathlon training
Dislikes: his first name, anomalies, failure, creatures, helen cutter
Sexual Orientation: Gay (Y/Y? It's practically canon anyway.)
Did you read the rules? Who is very hot?: Hilary of course. (;
The ambulance ride over was the only time that Becker had to really sit and organise his thoughts, because once the short hiatus was over, everything spun into a flurry of activity. The medics rushed Danny into the operating theatre and Becker spent the better part of the following hour filling out all the necessary paperwork and talking to all the people who needed talking to.
Despite the Home Office and military credentials and an assurence that all the right people were notified, the hospital staff had still notified the local police, and Becker was left to explain how it happened to the police. As he wasn't entirely sure what had happened himself, he could hardly give them the truthful explanation. Besides, what was he supposed to tell them: 'oh, we were checking out your everday rip in time to ensure no dinosaurs had gone on a rampage when one of our old dead colleagues decided to drop by through said rip in time, setting off one of the scientists who, when tackled, shot my friend in the leg'?
Somehow, he had a feeling that wouldn't cut it.
So he feed them some cock-and-bull story about a hunting trip gone wrong and flashed his credentials to forestall any further questions, before slipping into the waiting room crowd. He could have easily given them Temple's name and description, he realised once he'd settled down with a cup of vile instant coffee from the vending machine. Told them he was the one responsible and that he was now at large, but he was a soldier to his core and he wasn't in the habit of foisting his problems off on other people. No, Connor Temple's betrayal was his problem now, and he and his team would be the ones responsible to track him down. Danny had taken the bullet protecting him because of Temple, the least he could do was find the man himself.
The last contact he'd had with his men was just as he'd arrived at the hospital. Davies had informed him that they had found no trace of him, but they would keep on looking. The news was hardly reassuring, but there was nothing he could do from here. He would have worried about the chances of Connor coming back to target the others if he didn't know they had already relocated to the ARC. But then, the ARC isn't exactly impervious to intruders, he thought grimly.
After that he made some more phone calls and ended up sitting in on the briefing with Lester over the phone, as the others explained what had happened in the forest. He was asked to put in his own two cents and reprimanded for not handling the situation better, which was quite unnecessary, because Becker was more than capable of reprimanding himself enough for everyone, he didn't need the bureaucrat's admonishment on top of that.
Cutter explained his side of the story in a flat voice, how the anomaly opened after he'd been shot and how he managed to stumble through, and when he woke up, he found himself in a timeline where Claudia Brown once more existed. It was hard to tell over the phone, but the Professor's voice sounded strained when he mentioned that other timeline on the other side of the anomaly. He didn't go into detail, but Becker wouldn't mind betting that he was editing his story.
"So I'm to believe the Professor Cutter we buried not two months ago was, in fact, your clone?" The dry, long-suffering tone of Lester's voice was unmistakable, even with the shoddy connection. But he seemed to take it in stride and Becker found that information surprisingly easy to process himself. It just reinforced how weird this job was, that a clone was a viable excuse for a return from death. They soon moved on to discuss Connor's sudden change of heart and Becker was only able to slightly enjoy the fact that the news threw even Lester for a loop.
"Temple?" Lester's voice was pure disbelief, but when met with grim confirmation from everyone, including himself, the bureaucrat lived up to his earned reputation with a stiff upper lip that had obviously helped him get to where he was today. "Well, I can't say that I'm surprised. There always seemed to be something...off about him."
Becker had dismissed himself from the conversation once the chorus of enraged replies assualted his ear from the others and he winced as he hung up, after thanking Sarah for promising to keep him updated and promising to send updates in return.
The conference had kept his mind occupied, at least, which helped to put off the inevitable for just a bit longer. He knew that whenever he retired to bed tonight, he was looking at a long night plagued with a long mental list of all the things that he could have done differently. At the top of that list was 'keep closer eye on Temple.' Because maybe if he had paid more attention, or reacted quicker, being here now would be unnecessary. They would all be back at the ARC celebrating another routine day on the job, instead of discussing traitors and waiting for their leader to be prepped for surgery.
Becker shook off the thoughts and drained the dregs of his instant coffee with an involuntary grimace before making his way over to the reception desk. Danny had informed him on the way over, sometime between giving him medical proxy and fending off incessant medics with an oxygen mask, that the lady in charge of information guarded her patient's like an angry dragon, but with a wave of his ARC credentials and a firmly-phrased question, he was on his way up to Danny's room, though the red-head at the desk did give him an odd look when he mentioned Danny Quinn.
After stopping outside the door long enough to let the others know Quinn was out of surgery and where to find him, Becker slipped into the room to find the man already awake and looking around as though searching for something. The soldier noticed the man's face light up as he stepped into the room, but then his smile dimmed as though Becker hadn't been quite who he was expecting.
"Expecting someone else?" he asked, glancing behind him to check for anyone else he could have been searching for. There was no one. Maybe he'd taken a fancy to one of the nurses downstairs; that might explain the odd look the red-head had given him at the desk. The soldier shrugged in apology. "Sorry, just me."
"How're you feeling?" he wondered, eyeing the heavy bandaging that wrapped his right leg, with a twinge of guilt. If Quinn hadn't shoved him out of the way, he wouldn't be here right now. But all in all, he forced himself to think positive. It could have gone worse. A lot worse.
"The others are getting everything sorted with Lester," Becker grinned. "I don't envy that job."