Look, I don't give a damn who or what you are. You worked for the enemy, and in my books that is enough to see you shackled and shipped to Malta in a box with one air hole. Now, you can wait here for a while while I fetch someone to deal with you.
The Recruiter walks out of the room, slamming it and locking the bolt
Now then, let's start with the basics, shall we? First off, how's about giving me a good reason to let you live? Then, and only then, we'll talk about letting you join.
The Other Recruiter casually leans back in his chair and awaits a response.
" I'm a good tech guy. Demo man, mechanic, if it has electronics it's my forte. I can rig up a shaped charge to blow a hole shaped like a diamon on a Dunkirk or rig a small charge to open a door without a sound. If needed, I can also rig up an explosive to send three BSF templars into the side of the hull to open an exit. I can fix anything, given the right parts, and I know how most electronics work. I know the inner workings of most Bretonian military ships used today."