Alvarez's gun barked twice, shooting Adam and Fro, dropping them both. He glanced at them writhing in pain and clutching at the holes in their bodies. They'd live, but they wouldn't be a part of the Coalition that day.
"Get these two into a shuttle and off of my ship!" Alvarez ordered. "I don't like muppets, and these two stink of incompetence. They can reapply when they learn about the Coalition and about following orders... as for you..."
His gun settled on the defiant one. "Tell me what was the International?" His eyebrow quirked. "And I am warning you, don't get this one wrong."