"Yes, you did bring a gun. But when you passed through security your gun was disabled. Fancy stuff, some of these latest adhesives. By now that weapon of yours is nothing but a club. Did you really think we would let you walk around armed? But no matter."
Koniev pulled out Dmitriy's dossier from the pile on his desk. He opened it, and skimmed through the pages before tossing it at his feet.
"I'm going to wager you don't survive Fighter Corps training. Prove me wrong, and I'll kill you anyway for making me lose my money. Fill out the bureaucratic crap and give it to Alicia."
He leaned over to his intercomm.
"Alicia, have our marines escort the rest of the applicants to the other waiting room."
After a minute of no response, the secretary responded.
"It has been done, comrade commissar."
The other waiting room was actually the nearest airlock. As Koniev lit up yet another cigarette, he felt the ship shudder slightly as the ship's gunners vaporized the frozen corpses.
// Recruitment is closed for the time being. All that are waiting, we're sorry we couldn't get to you but all of the available slots have been filled. You may re-apply once recruitment opens again.
