Employment - Printable Version

Gaston was returning from his patrol when he received a notice that his guest has arrived at Orleans. Reaching the planet was a matter of time and shortly he was flying through a military airline to the meeting place. Restricted only to the Navy and National Intelligence, airlines like that were nothing new to the Gallic Union, where military needs were set prioritized over civil.

Soon enough, an elegant "Serval" fighter has landed not far from a "Sabre" - such a ship is a rare sign in Gallia, especially so deep into Gallic territories, but yet here it is. Dressed in a standard grey pilot outfit man has left the cabin and stepped toward Evelyn, waiting for his arrival.

"Bonjour Madame Taylor," Gaston nodded to her. "Waited for long?"

"I did." was a short answer. The shuttle entered the military sector, just to shortly arrive to the building occupied by the Bureau - one of the many buildings belonged to this huge complex. Gaston paid to the ferry driver and told Evelyn to follow him.

Together passed the parking lot, the usual shallow lawns of greenery, crossed the sidewalks, and the small square that overlooked the high-rise Naval administration building. There are few such high-rises in the military sector: they tower over areas of lower residential and office buildings, being, in effect, the center of their neighborhood. It is near them that the monorail and air transport stations are located.

"All question when we come to my office." said him before they entered to pass yet another checkpoint they had to go through until they arrived here.

Then they had to go through the complex interweaving of corridors, sector passages, and many elevators passed by the mind in a continuous succession of uniform gray walls and doors. Sometimes the doors were not closed, and we could see the working personnel. The building was crowded; not only the GSB agents but also the Navy, busy with their own business, scurried through the corridors, moving from office to office or gathering in flocks to await the leisurely office elevator.

"Here we are." Gaston said quietly and entered the pleasantly lit room.

"You have shown quite a performance that impressed the Bureau command." without delays started Gaston as soon as he took a seat. "We would like to offer you working for us directly, aside of being a mercenary to the Union. This does not mean recruitment into our ranks, as you have not passed mandatory 3 years period to Royal Navy, Defence Forces or United Navy, but taking special contracts from the Bureau and enjoying more liberty while pursuing our contract."

"More liberty means that we will close our eyes on some side casualties, should they appear, or hardware you use, if you keep doing work well." answered Gaston, looking at the woman with a bit of curiosity in his eyes. "And of course we pay well for our special contacts, although they will be not as often to appear as regular contracts, provided by the Office of Bounty."