At first he is silent, regaining his breath, than a sound came from his throat, Rhys wouldn't know what it was at first, than it grew, chuckles as he started to clap his hands slowly, as if congratulating him before it turned into a full all-out laugh, amusement could be seen in the veteran's eyes.
"Not bad, for a punk, although you really should plan more carefully." he calmly stated with that same amused look in his eyes.
"One, the safety is on." he noted, nodding towards the small switch on the gun before continuing on. "Two, once you kill me than any chance of you leaving this place alive would stand as much of a chance as a Corsair in the middle of Outcast territory in a light fighter." He cheerfully explained while gently grabbing the barrel, no fear showing in his eyes.
"Third, don't threaten, act, if your going to shoot somebody, shoot them, it just makes you look weak if you threaten like a common terrorist...Your rough around the edges, but perhaps you won't be a complete failure." He said, gently forcing the pistol to point down towards the ground. "Fourth, if you think your opponent was using his maximum skill, think again, I've been fighting corruption for years, one either learns to fight or dies quite quickly..." He spoke, tugging the gun out of his hands and putting it back onto the table, cracking his neck he walks back around the table and sits down. Pulling out a small stack of papers he pushed them towards Rhys.
"Read through this and answer all the questions, you fail them and you'll prove to me your nothing but a pathetic punk, but if you pass than I'll start to show you a bit more respect." He spoke, putting the pistol back into his desk and he looked past the man towards the door with a shout of "NEXT!". A pair of Marines walked in, each taking him by the arm aswell as the paperwork and dragged him out of the office to leave Ben to question the next applicant in peace. Ben put his glasses back on his face and sighed, what a wonderful day he was having...
