Alvarez's hand drifted inside his coat, as he drew the pistol slowly, setting it down on the table, and placing his palms flat on the glass surface, he stared across at the pilot.
"Si, now tell me, hombre, why do I want a pilot that's more balls than brains for my fighter wing? My pilots and I pulled down three capital ships today, out classed and out numbered, but we managed it with little to no difficulty. Why, esse? Because we're smart, homes. We take the time to think about what we do, and we don't go off... premature, that's a problem, si?"
His eyes were tight, "you wanna impress me, homes. Tell me about what happened in Penny, and... don't spare details."
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