Early the next morning, Robert Huntington hobbled down the long flight of stairs down to the recruitment offices. By the third floor, Robert's right leg was dragging slightly behind and he tripped and fell down the flight of stairs, his cane tumbled down to the next flight. A few minutes had passed when he heard the faint footsteps of someone coming up. Louder and louder they came towards him. An elderly man walked up and saw Robert's cane. The man was average in size and had white hair. The creases on his face showed that he was a kind man, but also showed that he had gone through a lot of stress. He picked the cane up and seeing Robert slumped on the wall helplessly he asked,
"Is this yours?"
Startled in disbelief, the old man that had picked up his cane was Former Fleet Admiral Sir Stanley Nelson.
"Yes sir."
"I see you are going down to the recruiting offices. Would you mind if I join you?"
"No sir."
Still shocked, he stared at the kind but stressed face.
"Tell me young man, what brings you to the BAF, Mister...?"
"Huntington, Robert Huntington and I'm down here for Criminal Enlistment."
"I see, what did you do?"
"Nothing... I mean, murder. I was convicted of killing my brother. But I didn't, I swear."
"Really? Sometimes I question the judicial system now and days."
"I saw him get killed, by a Kusarian."
"Who was your brother?"
"Step-brother, Charles D'White. He served in the BAF for years."
"I see, well I think it would be logical to assume that the Kusarian would kill your step-brother for vengence."
"That is what I told the Judges sir."
Now they were at the office doors, The Admiral opened the door for Robert and he smiled his grim, sad smile back. They walked past the secretary, the secretary smiled at him as if he were an old friend. For all Robert could guess, they might have.
"Mr. Huntington?"
Before heading into Bighton's office he stopped.
"Yes?"
"How much is the bail?"
"One million credits sir."
"Thank-you."
Huntington was about to open the door when he turned around and asked,
"Why do you ask sir?"
"Ah, no reason. Good day Mr. Huntington."
"Good day sir."
Nelson smiled his warm smile then walked away.
Huntington stepped into the office.
