"Morning Mr. Huntington."
"Morning sir."
"You seem a bit lighter today."
"Yes sir, it has been a good day."
"The Prison knows you are here right?"
"Yes sir, they have the tracker."
"I heard about those, what if you go out of bounds?"
"Shocked sir. Like a dog and a dog collar."
"I see."
There was a moment of silence.
"What do you need from me sir?"
"I told you, you don't need to call me sir."
"I know sir."
Bighton's eyes grow sorrowful. He analyzes Robert's face. He looked different. He had shaved, that is why he looked different. He looked at his body, he was standing straight as always. The recruitment officer sighed.
"Mr. Huntington, I regret to inform you... You cannot be accepted into the BAF, your criminal record isn't spot on, even before... the incident, and we rarely take people with... well... disabilities."
Robert's eyes darkened. His grey eyes looked emotionless.
"Robert, we have several other opportunities for people like..."
Robert started to the door. The tap of the cane stopped. He turned around and spoke,
"People like me? There is not a single person like me in all of Sirius."
"I know that, but people with..."
Robert's anger flared,
"A burned leg? A leg that was burned by the same man who killed my brother?"
"I didn't mean that, please come back."
But he didn't listen. He stormed out the door and walked the 5 flight of stair that took him there. And went back to his cell.
