SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Dane Summers]

Rassid was on his third cup of coffee. Reading through the returned paperwork from the recruits. The combination of caffeine and anger woul have slowly disintegrated his teeth, if they had not been replaced a long time ago. Either way, his jaw hurt, and his knuckles were white clutching the papers.

After reading through the last, there was a glimmer of hope, but just as easily quashed. He handed the papers over to the Major to read, and activated the intercomm on the desk.

"Tell those idiots to get back in here - all three, right now."

He crossed his arms, a sneer of disgust on his face, tapping the toe of his boot against the steel grating. The caffeine flowing through his veins made every muscle itch, and the rage that flowed like lightning underneath it just made things all the worse - he needed desperately to wrap his hands around the closest throat.

As the recruits entered, he rose to his feet, a bit too fast, betraying some of his murderous intent. He put both hands on the desk and leaned over it, looking at all three.

"I'll be brief. All three of you have failed your written exams. Many of the questions were wrong, or not delivered in the manner with which we required. But...I am a...merciful man..."

The sneer of disgust on his face puckered with the word.

"...So, you have, literally, one final chance. We care not about your ability to kill, or talk, or what pretty words you use to cloak your lies. I don't care how handsome you are, or how fat, or what your IQ is. What I care about, is whether you will be an asset to this cause, or a liability."

His hand clenched on the desk, raking a pile of papers into his fist. It made an odd crunching punctuation to his words.

"Impress us."

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