Commander Eugen Weise sat in his chair, behind his suitably large desk. A loaded pistol lay next to his hand, beside the small pile of applications. In front of him, at various and approximate positions of attention, stood five potential recruits, and a viewscreen on a pedistal. With a final glance at the files, he stood, and walked to the viewscreen, sardonic grin firmly in place.
"First, for a lack of intelligence in responding to direction, Kirill Stukov is hereby rejected. Show up in person, and I might not shoot you. Probably will though." The grin grew. He fired a single round through the viewscreen, and turned to the next candidate as it toppled to the floor in a shower of sparks.
"Second, Comrade Pavel Medvedov. You are directed to fill in the second stage Questionaire, take it and go." Pavel gave a curt nod, turned, and left the room.
"Third... Adrian Koslov. You are required for further questioning. Wait outside." As he scuttled outside, he gave a single glance back to the other three.
"Fourth, John Birmingham and Stefan Aleksandrov. Your applications are denied, feel free to try again in the next life." As they turned to one another, one opened his mouth to speak. Eugen's pistol barked, and shut his mouth for eternity, then snapped the other's head around and spilled his brains across the wall. Eugen's grin grew wider still. Holstering his pistol, he walked around to the other side of his desk, and pulled out a crossbow, an archiac, if effective weapon. Captain Thorvaldsson had generously loaned it for the work ahead...
"And now you, Illana Oliver. I have several bones to pick with you. First of all, next time you send me information, it'd better not include your eye color. I am not blind, and I dislike listening to people's descriptions of themselves. I could talk about myself for hours, but I don't. I prefer to let people appreciate me themselves..."
He placed the crossbow on the floor, stuck one perfectly shined boot in the crutch, and began to wind it with swift, effecient motions, pausing for a moment to look at the recruit. "Show me that pistol of yours. Now."
As she drew it from it's hidden holster, he snapped the crossbow to his shoulder and let fly. With a crunch, the bolt embedded itself in her wrist, and then both into the wall. As the blood began to flow, he leaned close, and whispered in her ear.
"The next time you shoot someone in my office without me telling you to do it, I will shoot you. If that's not clear, then don't return from the medbay. Now, get out of my sight, and come back once your get that pulled out. Oh, and the next time you fail to divulge infomation, such as the name of the Order Carrier you served on, I shall kill you slowly and painfully." As she scampered from the room, he sat back down bahind his desk, and signed heavily. God, I love my job some days.... Lighting a cigarette, he called for Koslov to return.
"Now, Adrian Koslov. I have a few questions for you... Why do we seek to overthrow the alliance? What is more important, the needs of the state, or the needs of the people? Tell me why."
As the recruit began to stutter out a reply, Eugen held up his hand. "Remember Comrade, if I dislike your answers, you shall suffer the same fate as the others..." Koslov stood, surrounded by bodies and the smell of blood.
Jack Handey Wrote:I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.
