' Wrote:A man in his early twenties walks into the recruitment Office.
"'Ello, my name is Alex Rider, I'm 22 years old and was born on London City, New London. I've been flying an escort for BMM for the last 4 years. I want to join the BAF 'cause my uncle is in MI6 an my father was in the BAF, 'till the destroyer he was on got torpedoed by those bloody Kusari! So as you can imagine I am bloody pissed! Also, the Starblazer is a piece of flying CRAP, I've got shot down by those Mollies more times than I can remember! So I want a Templar and a Challenger, see if I can't do to one of their battleships what they did to the Loch Ness! Oh right, thats the destroyer I talked about earlier. So heres my credentials, I'll just wait across the street."
"Alright son, it's good to see a recruit that will admit that they're bloody pissed. And for one to have flying abilities...." said the recruitment officer, before dismissing him.
//I'm moving, so my internet won't be up for a while.
"Alex Rider seems a good prospect. Must just do a final check on him before we can accept him though" said the Recruitment Officer. He tapped the personal notebook to initiate the send of a final questionnaire to the potential recruit.
//Donutman - questions in PM
"Jacob Carter - what do I do with you? I wonder." he said, thinking aloud. Coming to a decision, he snapped open the notebook again and selected the 'Accepted' button.
"If the lad wants to join the fight, then who am I to stop him?" He winced as his missing legs gave him a stabbing pain. Was that an omen?
"Hah!" he laughed "If he proves to be a pain in the arse for the flying instructors, I am not going to worry about it"
Laughing again he opened the top drawer of his desk to find the small flask of good whisky there waiting.