The recruitment officer sits on his desk. He watches a cockroach, who's very very very great grandfather somehow was able to board the Bretonia before leaving earth, skitter across the floor. He was still thinking about the young man that had stepped into his office a week before. He reread the application for the hundredth time.
Convicted Criminal Enlistment
Personal Profile
Name: Robert Huntington
Place of Birth: Stokes Mining Station
Date of Birth: 2/2/???
Home: None
Relatives: None
Crime Committed: Murder
Crime Details: Victim: Charles D'White, murdered by step-brother in his private residence. Felon claimed he had no part in the murder, a Kusarian killed Mr. D'White, but he was the only person in the area at the time of the murder.
Crime Sentence: Leeds work pits.
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Black
Height: 6' 2'
Weight: 157 lbs
Disabilities: Right Leg limp
Comments: Very stubborn, often will not talk days at a time. Not a very demanding prisoner. More than willing to join the Armed Forces. Probably wants to die.
Prison Warden
Norbert Markley
The officer looked over at the door, nobody there. Of course there would be no one there, it was 1:00 in the morning. He ran the night shift normally. He looked at the phone, picked it up and dialed a number. With a few rings, a prison guard picked up.
'Hello?'
'Yes, this is Howard Bighton of the BAF Recruitment Office. May I speak with prisoner #2246?'
'It's one o' five sir, normally prisoners aren't willing to talk at this ungodly hour.'
'Yes I know, can you at least leave a message?'
'Yes I can.'
'Tell him to come down to the recruitment office tomorrow morning.'
'This morning, sir?'
'Yes, yes.'
The officer completely forgot that it was morning already, early, but the morning.
'Will that be all?'
'Yes, thank you.'
Officer Bighton hung up and dozed.
