SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Dane Summers]

Rassid's teeth grinded together, and the muscles at his jaw bunched. The answer was not what he wanted to hear.

"Willing to...if you have to..."

His lip curled just a bit, showing a distinct contempt

"If you have never taken life, then you know nothing about it. I have neither the patience nor inclination to explain to you why killing men is not something to be taken lightly - yet you speak as if murder is somehow noble, adding just enough words to give it a proper weight of conscience, yet its that conscience you are willing to shrug off...'for a cause.'"

He lowered the pistol, and saw the held breath leave the recruits parted lips. It was amusing to Rassid to see that the recruit somehow thought that he was a bit safer without a gun to his head.
He clenched his muscles and buried a fist into the recruits stomach, knocking all the air out of him, and dropping the boy to his knee's as if he was a sack of potatoes. With a gloved hand, he grabbed him by his lapels, and wrenched him to his feet, placing the gun barrel into his neck.

"Now, tell me why the Coalition benefits having someone like you in its ranks...someone who has not taken life, and seems to think murder is just an unfortunate burden to shoulder, much like taking out the garbage - easily done and forgotten...Tell me why we want someone like you, killing for us? Hmm?"

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