Alvarez eyed him, letting the applicant drop to the deck in a heap.
"Give him the damn questionnaire..." he stated. Marching back across the deck and recovering his automatic and his jacket. "And someone get a cleaning crew out here to get that pee off of the deck of my ship!"
He wasn't in a good mood... Not at all.
Checking the chamber of his .65, he jogged up the companionway, winding through the ship and heading back towards his CIC. Passing the two applicants currently in the airlock, and the rather grim looking Lt. Commander Warner.
"Letting them out for walkies, Comrade Warner?" Alvarez asked, rolling his eyes. "Carry on, just don't make too much of a mess on the hull..."
He sighed and pressed onwards. Keeping his pace till he returned to the office where Comrade Alicia was sitting behind her desk looking as radiant and Gothic-chique as ever.
"How did you know I would need a coffee?" He asked as she raised an eyebrow at him and waggled a cup.
"There's another one, over there, if you want to take him?" Alicia offered.
Alvarez turned, blowing on the top of his coffee, as he glanced at the recruit.
"You, come with me..." he marched out of the recruiting office and around to the CIC, stepping over broken glass and setting the mug down on the map table. He drew a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, glancing at the tactical data that was scrawling across his screens. Cadiz was a veritable nest of activity that would one day require exterminating...
"So," Alvarez said with a smile. "You wanna start by telling me, why you are here?"
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