William Bishop looked over the applications, then shouted at his assistant.
"Firstly, I am told James Tainer has returned. He is to get his sorry self into a fighter and/or bomber ASAP. He's probably been spending the last few months drinking in a Crysanthemum brothel. He must have run out of money.. Good pilot, though."
"Secondly, advise Mr Dan White he is accepted. Any man that flies a Mafic is welcome to try to meet our standards. But he must take the time to learn our contract arrangements. We are brutal, but subtle. Hard to do, that."
"Thirdly, this Mr Beviin shall also make a fine recruit. but tell the psychologist not to look into his memories. We don't want to know. Plausible deniability is a GOOD thing. Moreover, I have a feeling Mr Beviin would tolerate the psychologist for exactly two minutes before throttling him, and he actually isn't a bad shrink; hate to lose him."
"Fourth, we need to close the door to more recruits. We are running out of money, and we need to train our existing new pilots. They need to be sharpened, like Katanas."