"Alright. what do we have here?" ramey asks as he walks past the line of recruits, and sits down at the desk.
"gimme a minute to look through whatever paper work you've filled out. the last recruitment officer has been transfered to the cambridge research institutes new research program on war related insanity."
Ramey spends a minute looking at the papers on his desk. he goes to put them in one of the drawers, and frowns. he removes something from the drawer, then puts his papers in. he places a bottle of something strong looking onto the desk.
"now... buff howards, it says here that you've got a leg injury? mind telling me how exactly that.. uhh... got stuck in a door?"
Ramey looks at the growing discontent among the rest of the line.
"and the rest of you can go get a cup of tea or coffee from the table down the hall. but i expect you to be back when i'm done asking about howards here, or i'll move ya to the back of the line."
' Wrote:<span style="font-family:Century Gothic">Violence is Golden</span>