SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Weras]

Lea walked into the the main area of the foyer. She still wore the old bretonian uniform she fled in, but she ripped of all the symbols and signs characterizing her as a Bretonian Armed Forces pilot.
Did her sister stand here? Maybe at the same spot, unsure to suceed or rather turn around.
But she was sure. She had made the decision months ago when she shot her officer. His face shortly appeared infront of her eyes and raised her a little smile out of her gaunt and harsh face. Then she walked on to the front desk.
"Lea McGreave" - she said. "I guess its obvious why I'm here."
Her fingers clenched aroung the Manifesto in her left hand. The only thing her sister ever send her. Now she was able to appreciate it. That book and the time at the Gaians on Leeds were what made her feel alive again. That's why she was here.
Told to sit down, she waited. Legs crossed and biting her nails.

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