SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Pyromaniac]

A man entered the waiting room aboard the Trotsky. He was old enough to appear mature but yet still young enough to bear the energy of youth. At a guess he was in his early twenties, perhaps older, perhaps younger. He cast a glance across the room and approached the woman who was apparently the receptionist.

He gave his name, Jared Lane, and then took a seat in the waiting room and read over the pamphlet. Once finished he folded his arms across his chest and stared ahead of him waiting to be called.

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