Katz returned from his meeting in the radio room, a slightly distracted look on his face as he stepped over the freshly shot body of Ryzkhov and re-entered his Vicentas office. He took a moment to motion her aside to his desk, where he spoke in low tones, unclipping his laptop and gathering his files.
He pointed towards Pekkala, and spoke in rapid Russian, knowing that the applicant wouldnt be able to follow what was being said.
Turning slightly he motioned to the hall, where others were gathering. Again speaking in a low tone and nodding towards the Warbot.
Vicenta nodded her assent, as Katz reached into his drawer and pulled out two new rank epaulettes and gave them to her.
Congratulations Commissar-Commander recruitment is all yours now. I will be returning to Volgograd shortly
Comrade-Premier, Vicenta saluted in return, accepting the insignia.
Katz turned his head as Brooks entered the outer office, rolling his eyes.
You know Vicenta, he said switching to English. There are some bad pennies that just keep turning up He grabbed his black great coat and shrugged it on. Ill take the new comer, if you dont mind. Call it one last crack at recruitment before I am doomed to endless diplomatic functions and Duma sessions
He walked out into the outer office, the Warbot hissing and clanking along behind, charged with protecting the newly appointed Premier of the Coalition on his return journey to the Capital on Volgograd.
Brooks, he greeted with a smile as he fished a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, handing one over to the Rogue, and lighting one himself. What in the name of hell are you doing here? He took a long pull on the cigarette and nodded to the Warbot. You know I should have Via here use you as a ping pong ball for that crap you used to pull back on Denver
He checked his pocket watch, look I have a Storm flight to catch, walk with me and well see if youre serious about this application.
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