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The Commisar paused and stared at the dead spy for a few seconds, allowing the smoke to clear out.

"Nor does most people...."

The Commisar turned to a cabinet and retrieved a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses as the guards dragged the limp body out of the room.

"You see, we do not take pleasure in senseless killing. But we will do whatever it takes to get the job done." The Commisar explained as he started to pour the vodka into the glasses.

"You say you are a soldier by trade, but understand that every single pilot of the Coalition fighter corps fight for something greater than themselves."

Vorshevsky handed the applicant a shot of the vodka, but stared deep into his eyes before he let go. "One of the reasons we fight is for the unfortunate, for those who are stampeded and trampled upon by the corporations and the government."

"And most importantly.." The Commisar downed his shot glass. "We fight for each other, our brothers and sisters. Now lets see if you know some things West Point didn't teach you."

The Commisar started to pace back and forth behind the applicant. "One thing that all Coalition pilots value is self-sacrifice." The Commisar paused and faced James. "Do you know who Major Sean Lee was?"

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Recipient of the Hispania Memorium, Golden Fourragere, Halo of Valor, Order of the Red Star, and the Hero of the Revolution