Just as the man was starting to settle in the doors to the recruitment office burst open harshly, a pair of men in black armour walk in, their unfeeling visored eyes scanning the room until they land on the man who was attempting to relax in a chair. One of the men pulled out a stun baton and pointed it at the poor man.
"You citizen!" the baton-wielding man growled, almost as if the poor muppet had done something to offend his very soul. Striding forwards his free hand which had what felt like a steel grip, likely due to the powered armour he was wearing, lifted him up into the air by his shirt, brought him close to his visor and smirked underneath the helmet.
"Your presence has been...Requested Citizen, try to not struggle...Or you can, it may be more fun for us that way." The man chuckles after he finishes this statement, finding amusement at the man's situation before planting him onto his feet and frog-marching him out of the waiting room and into one of the offices. The office itself was bare aside from two chairs at either sides of a plain steel table. The man is roughly shoved into the chair facing the door while the man's partner takes up guard behind the seated applicant.
The man who frog-marched him in waved his baton threateningly in his face before giving a soft growl of annoyance.
"Stay put, don't speak unless spoken to and by Katz's grace do NOT provoke the man you are about to meet." was all he said before letting the man go and leaving the room, his buddy following close behind him, leaving the applicant alone in the room with nothing but steel walls to gaze upon...
Thankfully the man did not have to wait very long, the door slid open once again, this time admitting a tall man with short blonde hair walked in, his blue eyes were punctuated by wire-frame glasses while his uniform looked almost identical to those used by officers of the Fighter Corps but instead of the usual ranks one would find the collar was blue with a small pin denoting his place in the Ministry of Truth.
The man calmly sat down across from the man and folded his hands across one another. His gaze was as cold as a Volgograd winter as he took in the other man's appearance. Judging by his expression he was not impressed at all...
When he spoke it was in a calm even tone, not giving any emotions away, almost making him sound like a machine in the form of a human being.
"So...You wish to join the Revolutionary Army...State your name for the Record...'Citizen'."
