SCRA Recruitment Centre

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Commisar Vorshevsky was leaning back on the chair, taking the vodka bottle to the dome, and waiting for the next foolish applicant who think they could join the glorious Coalition. It was then that the officer heard a faint sound of footsteps coming towards his way. He could hear the noise even through all the chaos erupting in the recruitment area. Soon enough, the Commissar could see the silhouette of a man walking down the hall towards his room. The man walked inside and introduced himself.

"My name is Jesse Valentine sir, here to join the Coalition."

Vorshevsky glanced at the applicant for a good 10 seconds. Without saying a word the officer grabbed the half-drank vodka bottle and started to pour the vodka into the two shot glasses.

"You drink?" the Commissar asked simply.

Jesse only nodded when he was handed the shot glass.

"Now let's talk about your recruitment into the Coalition Fighter Corps." The Commissar said as he and Jesse cheered glasses.

However, little did Jesse knew, Vorshevsky faked drinking the vodka. Instead, he just stood there smiling devilishly after the man took the shot of the liquor. Suddenly, Jesse felt a stinging sensation in his stomach, and by the time he realized what had happened it was too late.

He had been poisoned.

The Commisar was still standing there, glancing into the dying man's eyes, the same evil smile that was the very thing Jesse would ever see in his short pathetic life. As the man fell to the ground and started to choke up blood the Commissar finally spoke.

"You think you can slip past our security? We know who you are Mr. Valentine."

The Commissar threw down Jesse's LSF badge in front of him and into the pool of blood the man was spitting out.

The Commissar took out his pistol and pointed it at Jesse but held it back at the last second. "You know I should shoot you to make your death less painfull and quicker, but that would just be a waste of a fine-crafted bullet." The Commissar continued. "It would also be too merciful for someone like you... eh what can you do?" The Commissar shrugged.

Vorshevsky started to light a cigar as the light slowly faded away from Jesse's eyes.

"Good bye Agent Valentine"

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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