"Alright, thank you so much, I hope she isn't too much trouble" The man waited, listening intently into the receiver. "Okay, tell her I love her. Thank you again, I have to go, bye"
He removed the neural-comm from his ear, slipping it into his pocket. The man turned on the spot and strolled across the busy walkway and into the offices, beyond all of the bustling people.
Pushing the door, he stepped into the Coalition Recruitment office, and removed his coat. Approaching the desk, he brushed his hair neatly to the left, and spoke,
"Good afternoon, Jesse Valentine, I'm here to apply for the Militsiya Fleet"
The woman behind the desk pointed towards the seats, slipping a piece of paper across the desk to him.
"Fill this out and wait to be called" she spoke, not looking up, her breath heavy with the scent of aniseed or liquorice.
"Alright, thank you"
Within minutes, he heard a very loud, unrestrained "Next!" from one of the offices. Without fear, Jesse rose to his feet and followed the sound.
