SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Razr]

"In other words you believe us to be an orphanage for the desperate. A simple last resort for those who have nothing better to do? I'll have you know Scott, we're not a hobby that you pick up on a whim."

Vladimir reached under his desk into the drawer, pulling out a shiny Zenith Silencer for both he and Scott to inspect. Vladimir simply twirled it in his hand for a moment, wondering if Scott was falling his hand, or something else. Vladimir pointed the gun at Peter, somewhere under his chin.

"I find it no less than appalling that you believe doing good to be a sacrifice, but even you have somewhere to go, Peter. I know because I'll take you there, you're going home."

Vladimir pulled the trigger, but it didn't seem to want to move. He looked Peter in the eyes with a smile as realization dawned on him.

"Ah, sorry. Safety was on." With a quick flip on the switch, Vladimir fired a shot just into Peter's neck.

As blood began to spatter from the wound, Vladimir took the gun in his hand and left his desk, and the office, leaving Peter to bleed out. Once in the lobby, Vladimir hailed Alicia from across the room.

"Send in the next three, maybe I can get three answers instead of one this time. By the way, get someone to clean that office, Scott made a mess on my floor."

With a sigh of disappointment, Vladimir took the next available office to the left, leaving the receptionist to call the names of; Dmitry Dubovik, Patrick McKinley, and Jordan Nowell.

Vladimir sat himself down in an office chair behind the desk, facing the four chairs in front of desk, three of which would soon be occupied.