Vladimir emitted a bored sigh, running his hand over his face, he spoke to McKinley in a flat and dismissive tone.
"Enjoy the fight against yourself, Patrick." Vladimir pulled the pistol from the desk, with little grace or patience, and fired straight through McKinley's forehead, a clean shot; instantly leaving the man dead.
From outside the interviewing office, two leaving and a third behind with the sound of a gunshot, Alicia knew better than to waste anymore time, she quickly beckoned David and Jared towards the office where the noise had came from.
David left his pamphlet on the desk, took a deep breath and approached the Commissar's office. He entered the office, saluted and made a slight bow to the Commissar while introducing himself.
"David Carter, Commissar." -As he introduced himself, he stood straight in the front of one of the chairs, waiting for the Commissar's instructions.
ronald sat up straight when he heard the gunshots, when he saw david carter move towards the commissar's office he stood up and entered the office with him.
As Ronald walked into the Commissar's office, he was followed in by one of the guards, quickly assaulted by the butt of a rifle to the back of the head, dragging his limp body out of the room, where he would be shot afterwards.
With a sigh, Vladimir returned his attention to the man who had just introduced himself, beckoning him to take a seat. He wished the applicants had the good sense to just take a seat instead of failing to exert what little common sense they had.
"Unless you want to share a seat with him, there are two that remain vacant." Vladimir was eying McKinley's lifeless body, limply positioned in the chair where he still sat.
David sat at the chair and looked at the dead body of McKinley. His expression of the face didn't reveal his feelings. He looked back at the Commissar.
"I'd rather answer Your questions, Commissar." -David said. He was still calm and he thought that if he manage to stay in that way, nothing wrong would happen. He was fully concentrated.
Vladimir flashed a brief smile as David took his seat, finding that McKinley made a rather nice ornament.
"You can start with the basics I suppose, why you, like every other man or woman that comes in here without even the slightest bit of mental independence is considered capable enough to be part of our fighter corps. The common sense required to survive on the field is a lot more demanding than simple taking a seat." Vladimir's tone didn't leave a hint of annoyance or anything else that would otherwise indicate he was yet displeased.
as ronald was dragged out of the room he saw his chance...
he feigned unconciousness and the guard shot him in the back...
luckily his body armor saved him...
he was then thrown down one of the garbage shutes, where he landed on a pile of bodies..
"First of all, the thing that makes me think I'm capable of being part of fighter corps is my life. It's hard. Several years ago, I used to be a mercenary, escorting independent traders and stuff. That job is rather hard, risky and low paid. When I got sick of it and realized that governments don't really care about people, I decided to turn against them. I met a few friends and we started to harass House authorities. You know, cops, military officers, agents and whatnot. One day, during the battle in Leeds, all my friends got killed and I barely managed to survive. Bretonia police captured me. They tortured me, tried to even brainwash me so I would fight along them, but they failed.
After months of torturing and getting beaten, I finally managed to concentrate on planning my escape. One day, a Zoner came to prison to visit me. I knew nothing about him. He said that someone sent him to get me out of there. We made an agreement and everything was planned out. I successfully managed to escape from there, but escape wouldn't be possible without a man that helped me. He had authority over the local prison and we sealed a deal.
Oh and also, this is what I got from those dirty cops."
David slowly pulled his sleeves showing the Commissar his deep, huge scars.
"This is what made me stronger and think that I'm capable of being part of the fighter corps. I have even bigger scars on my back, and believe me, you don't want to see them."
David took a deep breath waiting for the Commissar's reaction.
Jared reacted sluggishly and hesitated for a moment after Ronald was dragged away. He decided he was better off not thinking too much about what awaited the unfortunate recruit. He entered the office silently, albeit late, and stood silently deciding that he shouldn't interupt the other man in the room.
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