SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Pyromaniac]

Darren had a feeling like he could guess what happened to the last spy. He cleared his throat before beginning.

"Okay, short version: My name is Darren Lane, I'm twenty-three, I never lived in one place for very long, just kind of drifted around with my old man."

You're rambling. That voice at the back of his mind told him.

"My old man settled down when I was eighteen, became a mechanic on New London. I kept wandering because I was young and foolish. I met up with some other people my age and we all wandered together as young fools will. We went our seperate ways a couple years back after a disagreement."

That's an understatement. The voice commented.

"Not long after my old man died. The circumstances surrounding his death made me decide to take another look at the universe and how I viewed it and that's when I realized I couldn't live in my ignorant teenage fantasy world anymore. So I grew up and set out to do something productive with my life. And that's the short version." He finished.

Short version was too long. The voice told him again. Sometimes he really wished he could tell his mind to shut up.

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