As they arrived in his office Ben didn't turn around until he heard both sets of footsteps head to the corners of the room. As he turned his face became somewhat friendly looking.
Striding up to the tied up man and looking him over briefly before scoffing. "What is this trash cluttering up my office...Who is this broken sack of flesh?" he asked aloud, but not expecting an answer as he folded his arms infront of himself, waiting for either and answer from the guards or the unconcious man to regain conciousness, after several minutes going by without an answer he nods.
"How can a fool in his state stride into our lobby so cool about his fate?" he asked himself while chuckling. "Either he expects to die or join if option A doesn't happen...Since this pathetic piece of trash isn't part of the Fighter Corps he need not come to me, he's your waste..." he comments with a smirk growing on his face. Giving a small chuckle he continues. "He's your gentlemen's case...Remove it." he orders before heading back towards his window, the poor man's fate now resting in a pair of some of the most violent soldiers of the Coalition.
