Upon hearing the bark coming out of Katz's office, Evgeni Nabokov was stirred -- not out of immediate acknowledgment of his turn, but out of instinct. The brain regained control, and imbued a sense of hesitation -- one that took all of Nabokov's courage to ignore.
With erect posture and swift movements, Nabokov entered the Commander's room. A battle raged between the young man's nerves and his determination. The sight of blood never irked Nabokov, but the stains in the office served as a friendly reminder that the horrible robot would soon return.
With all the confidence the young man had left mustered, Nabokov stood at attention and studied the Commander's face.
"Evegeni Nabokov, Sir. I am here to enlist in the SCRA." The conviction surprised even Nabokov himself.