"I just don't feel the... passion from you..." Alvarez murmured. "I'm getting a lot of... " he waggled his hand. "But nothing that makes me think, this Kid, he's the one, you know? And I need that... that... magic."
He rests a hand on the applicant's shoulder and walked with him down the length of the hanger bay, towards the glowing blue shield that seperated them from space outside. Passing Commodore Guillentra's shuttle, and a couple of techs who winced, and watched... suspecting what was going to happen next.
"So tell me, homes, why shouldn't I just push you out this force field and let you walk home? Why should I let you anywhere near the Fighter Corps? See, I think you might be a spy... and we don't like spies round here... spies never seem to... what's the word Vicenta?"
"Have the stuff?" Vicenta called back.
"Si, si... the stuff... you got the stuff?" Alvarez grabbed the applicant by the front of his jacket and pushed him towards the screen, a fiery look in his eyes. "DO YOU?"
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