Deputy Sinclair sits in one of his many seats aboard the Red Deer II, idly flipping through the latest applications for the space-borne part of the force. He eventually pauses, and slides two applications out of his stack. They've got "Wilkins" and "Knight" printed on them, typeset in large (72pt, to be precise), friendly and alternating red and blue lettering.
"Hmh."
To be honest, it kinda looks like somebody down in Human Resources has had a field day on those two. Probably an intern, as you note that the names appear to have been hand-written using... crayons? Perhaps it's just "Take your child to work"-day again. Just like yesterday, the day before that, and the day three weeks ago, apparently, judging by Wilkins' application. Looks like HR's standards just keep on dropping, but at least this... "development" seems to keep Accounting, and, by extension, the taxpayers and shareholders happy.
"Yeah. Something like that, anyhow. Wait, what? ...Hello? Is there anybody here?"
There is a brief pause as Colin scans the room, eyeballing every nook and cranny of his office from the relative comfort of his chair.
"Grmhnh. Probably just the... wind."
Probably.
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Well; I've got some good news and some bad news for both of you. The bad news is that our Liberators are working just fine again, so I won't have to put you two into the now-discontinued Patriots. A damn shame, if you ask me. The good news is that you're both accepted as Recruit Officers of Liberty Police Inc., and that I've sent you both a 5-KYP3 comms protocol contact request each to get you added to our private channel.
I'm hoping to hear back from you two soon!
Accepted
Signed,
-Colin Sinclair, Deputy Chief of the Liberty Police, Inc.