Rising Son

[Haste]

February 15, 820 A.S.
Finding my feet

"Mr. Mizushima?"

One of the camp's volunteers walked towards Rokuro, with a man in uniform next to him.

"Rokuro? This is mr. Rogers. He's a recruitment officer for the Liberty Police."

The man stepped forward, and reached out his hand.

"Pleasure to meet you, mr. Mizushima."

Rokuro didn't yet shake the man's hand.

"Pleasure to meet you too, mr. Rogers."

"I assume you have a first name, too?"

The man chuckled.

"I happen to have one, yes. It's Paul."

Rokuro reached out, and shook the man's hand.

"Rokuro. Rokuro Mizushima."

"Now that we're done with the pleasantries.. I'm here because dr. Cunningham sent us your file. Normally, I'd have simply given you a call, but as you don't have a phone.."

"That does make it harder, doesn't it?"

Paul smiled.

"It does indeed."

"Anyhow, as I was saying: we were given your file, and you look capable enough. We're a little worried about your past, but you've had a lot more training than our average recruit.

"My superiors likely feel I've already spent too much time coming here, so I'll keep this short: if you're interested, find a terminal and send us an application. I believe there are a few publicly available ones at the nearby library. I'm sure someone can point you to it."

Rokuro had simply stared at the recruitment officer as he kept on talking.

"I'll consider it."

"I suppose that's that then. Who knows, maybe we'll see eachother again, soon."

"Who knows."

The man smiled, and shook Rokuro's hand once more before walking off, leaving Rokuro alone to his thoughts.