Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[Wolfs Ghost]

Austin mumbled lightly as he lifted his head up from the table and stared at the application that laid infront of him, then glanced over at the terminal to see a message that was from the applicant. "Can't a guy get some sleep around here?" He grumbled lightly, picking up the application paper and reading over it.

A few minutes passed, and he sat the application down and shouted down the hall. Moments later, a young woman walked in. "Could you go and get this Robert Woodrow for me?" He said lightly, with a small smile. She nodded and quickly hurried out of the office.

Austin nodded to himself and leaned back in the chair, waiting for the man to walk back in.

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