Alvarez glanced at the young man, weighing him a moment.
"Go and see Alicia. She will give you the recruitment questionnaire. Complete it, and we will see where you stand. Don't let me down, hermano... so many have."
He glanced meaningfully towards the recruitment office, where the corpse of one, Rand something or other was being carted away for incineration. Impatience was a fatal flaw in an applicant. One that was certain to end in a terminal case of bullet-in-forehead syndrome.