SCRA Recruitment Centre

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Katz gestured to the pair.

"Take them outside to the platform, I will make my choice soon enough."

The two heavy warbots clanked forward, one of them dragging the injured man by the collar of his coat, picking him up and slinging him, like a bag of refuse up over his shoulder. The other, Ben, was prodded out at gun point. Clearing the room for the next applicant.


Putting his old peaked cap on, Katz walked over to refill his coffee cup, looking across at the new applicant, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Kuvera?" he asked, straightening up with his cup. "You're set to impress me, or what?" His eyes flashed with a little humour.

He didn't wait for her response, he motioned for her to follow him back to the table, as the two bots retook their positions. One of them covered in blood.

"So Comrade Kuvera, tell me, who you were is irrelevant. All I care about is who will you become?"

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