A small chirp alerted General Xu of a recruit waiting in the lounge. He walked thoughtfully down the corridor towards the recruitment centre. How would he handle this one? Would the recruit be all gushing or all stone faced? Well.. best he found out the hard way.
"Vladimir Romanov. My office."
He kept his hands clasped behind his back. After the recruit was in the room, he was patted down for weapons or any concealed traps and pushed into a chair by the two marine guards present. They waited outside the room.
"You're merely a boy. What could you possibly know about revolution?"
He picked up a knife and sat at the end of the desk, looking down on the boy.
"I didn't mean it as a rhetorical question boy. What do you know about our revolution?"