Saluting sharply, he shealthed his Knife to the holster near his boot, tucking his newspaper once again under his arm as he saluted his old friend and superior sharply before beckoning the fresh meat to follow him.
As he walked he unfolded his newspaper and continued to read as he walked, he knew the way down by heart so he casually dodged personnel walking in the halls, eventually the pair came to the Hanger Bay, several Insurgents and Partisans were being worked on by the Techs, leading the applicant past them and into a small clearing near the center of the bay, he folded the paper up once again and dropped it to the ground, reaching down towards his knife he unsheathed it and held it in a reverse grip.
"One Rule...Don't die" he whispered, turning around to face him in a crouch, his arms raised slightly, ready to strike with his knife hand in a sweeping motion while his other hand was open and reach to grab a limb to twist should the opportunity present itself...Waiting on the applicant to make the first move...If he had a spine in his whole body.
