Rand hears the call for the man named Hunter, looks around and thinks to himself, well, he's not here, must be my turn. He closes that computer screen on his arma nd stands, smoothing the wrinkles from his pants, he has been sitting for many hours.
He walks into the office the voice came from.
"Major, the man called Hunter was taken by a young looking man, Hispanic by the looks and sounds of it. Rand Y'Bastahd, sir, reporting for interviewing." He stands at attention until responded to.
