SCRA Recruitment Centre

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With a horrible onset of The Shakes, Nicholai picked up his father's overalls and clamped them under his arm again. Stumbling towards the door, he knocked twice, then pushed it open. It stuck halfway, as it pushed against something heavy on the floor. There was a quick snap of fluid Russian from the unseen cleaning crews who were trying to shift the body into the black sack.

Sidling through the small gap he took in the blood all over the floor, the cordite smoke and the blood that was all up the Commissar's boot and ankles that could just about be seen from their position under the desk. He practised a trick that had served him well during his life in the Coalition, in that he narrowed his vision until he focused on the Commissar's left ear, and ignored everything else.

"Dobre Dene, glorious Commissar of the People's Coalition!" He made sure he didn't make eye contact. Commissars had a suspiciously accurate instinct that seemed to identify maintenance workers by their eyes. "I- I am here to enlist in the Fighter Corps." He shuffled his feet for a moment. "What questions do you wish for me to answer, glorious Commissar of the People's Coalition?"

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