SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Shagohad]

With a nod, Angie pulled forth a communicator from her belt. "Alicia, did they repair the CIC windows?"

"Yes, Angelica," The secretary's voice replied.

The corner of her mouth turned up slightly. "Send in the Harvester."

"Viatcheslav, Angie?"

"Da."

"It will be done."

A few moments later, a lumbering war machine that resembled something from Kusaran science fiction and Coalition engineering opened the door, stepping in. "Greetings, Comrade," The machine spoke in a hollow, metallic voice. Its red eyes focused on Kostya, seeming to glare at him as if he were inferior.

"Viatcheslav, would you care to show this man the CIC?"

"Affirmative, Comrade," The machine's voice seemed to have an edge of glee in it. Without warning, an armored claw of a hand seized the man's neck, hoisting him up and carrying him out of the room, Angie in tow. It lumbered towards the windows of the CIC, newly repaired from its previous violent rampage. Its arm snapped back, then was thrown forward, releasing Kostya who sailed through the glass with enough force to shatter the windows.

He hit the ground and bounced, reeling head over heels until he came to a stop face down. The machine jumped through the newly made hole, pinning the man to the ground with its foot before he could try and move.

Calmly, Angie walked up, humming as she leaned down, looking at the man. Thinking.

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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THE SCIENCE IS LEAKING OUT!"