SCRA Recruitment Centre

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He moved to the completed forms, flipping through them, nodding and shaking his head as he went. Pausing to pick up a large red pen from Alicia's desk and correcting one of the recruits work, tsking away as he did so.

"What is this, grade flipping school? Are there cameras, are you being paid to look deliberately stupider than a fifth grader?"

He pointed directly at Darren Lane with his pen. "You know what I had to do in Grade Five? I had to trudge down to the bread lines, and fight the other kids for a mouldy heel of bread that some idiot in the old administration said was all we had earned to eat... Pre-Katzism, pre-prosperity, and pre-New Economic Policy.... So you want to drag us all back into a Soviet style, MacIntosh run Communist state? Maybe you like the feeling of cardboard boxershorts because we have a cloth shortage? Or would you rather wipe that soft rear end of yours with Katz Manifesto because you obviously have no idea who the Coalition is." He slammed the paper into a roll and smacked the recruit upside the head with it. "You think beating your best friend to death for an egg is glorious? I'm going to give you a chance," he grabbed the youth by the shoulder and dragged him out of the recruitment office.

Pointing to the first orange suited mechanic he could spy he yelled, "You! Follow me!"

Dragging the both of them to an empty room he tossed Lane inside, throwing the rolled up questionaire in with him, and the pen... a few seconds later the bewildered mechanic flew through the door on the end of Commissar's heavy boot.

"You want to survive to see tonight, you're going to have to be the last man standing."

With that, Mendel slammed the door closed and activated the heavy bolts.

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