Teresa walked through to where the Commissar stood. She stood straight, looking at the commissar with an practiced, respectful gaze.
"Why do I want to join the Coalition? For change. I have realised what is wrong with the houses...realised it through my own flesh."
She slipped the leather jacket off, a plain, black, short-sleeved top on underneath. Her right arm was covered in a white bandage.
She reached over and undid the top of the bandage, near her shoulder, revealing a crimson burn that stretched down her arm and up under the shirt, leading the question of how far the burns stretched.
"I worked as a mercenary for a few years...I took people's lives for a credit. One day, I decided to show mercy, and I was punished for it."
She redid the bandage, slipping her leather jacket back on.
"The capitalist governments don't want to 'help' people. They just want to crush down anyone in their way...I realised that when they attempted to shoot me down. They just want control."
She paused for breath, looking over to the commissar to see if he had anything to say.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
