Jayce stepped quickly off of the Credit, jogging down to the Commandante's office.
"Ohcrap ohcrap ohcrap, I'm gonna' be late to work recruitment!" Jayce muttered under his breath, breaking into a sprint. He passed the mess hall, waving to who he thought was Captain Alvarez.
"Who the hell just waved at me?" said one of the Sub-Lt's working as buss-boy.
Jayce passed the Recruitment station, before spinning around, and screeching to a halt.
"Sorry I'm late, Commandante. Provost Marshal stuff to do, ya' feel me?" He said, slightly out of breath.
Brooks noticed the last applicant, and Daemon and Orlov in the back of the room in power armor.
"Well... Crap. I'll go without armor, I guess." Jayce said, pulling a small brass knuckle from his hip pocket.
"Where do I start, Commandante?"