Reznov was furious. A shower? How humiliating. But he has gone too far to let himself get shot by a bunch of Coalition marines. He barged out of the lobby and went to find a restroom.
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Mendel gestured to a chair at the opposite side of a simple metal table. Taking the opposite side, Mendel drew an automatic pistol and set it down on the table before him.
"Be frank with me, muppet," Mendel stated harshly. "Give me one good reason not to put a bullet in your skull and spare the Commandante loosing yet another snubfighter to an incompetent fighter pilot wannabe!"
Incompetence born in Ignorance. You have never seen me in action, have you?
You have never seen shoot anyone. Now, If you want to shoot me, Go ahead,
but the other two recruits out there are sure as hell worse Pilots than me. Your
Choice.
Clayton Leaned back, and stared directly at Mendel.
Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts... perhaps the fear of a loss of power.
Chun Ki Ling took his place in the line of people sitting down on the chairs waiting to be called forward. He sat bolt upright, not looking left or right. He did not glance at any of the other recruits. He sat there, stone-faced and disciplined and waited for his name to be called. He did not fear death, he feared failure and the shame it would bring to his family. As such, he sat there. Quiet and unassuming and he waited.
Person with civil appearance of female gender wearing quite usual for the Coallition citizens fashion features was quite confused with Trotsky and its giant labyrinth of halls. She didn't know where to go, so she asked the closest person how to pass to the recruiment officer. Answer was given, to her satisfaction. This, rather young, girl moved on to door marked with words "Leon Mendel, recruiment officer - hall for visiters". She entered hall without any emotions, expressing only self-assurance and possibly devotion to her hidden ideas.
"Who's the last in turn? (to registator) I'm Vera Sydorenko, please note that."
"I have no room in the fighter corps for that kind of attitude," he stated rizing and roughly pushing the dead body out of the chair, stepping over the pool of blood he yanked the now blood splattered door open, glaring out at the others.
"You hear that you collection of hand crafted toe rags! I don't want arrogant gits in my interview room." He pointed at random. "The next one, get your worthless behind in here!"
"Well isn't that nice... we can have a tea party, and talk about whether we should go pinky up or pinky down..." Mendel's face screwed up into something quite feirsome. "Sit in the damn chair and tell me the real reason you're here!"
He stood behind him, pressing the pistol into the back of the man's skull. "Because a little birdy told me that you are a Spy! and you KNOW WHAT WE DO TO SPIES!" He spat the last words out.
"I came here to enlist for the fighter corps to fight for the coalition. I saw many thing in Sirius which are not right, leaders abusing their powers, hurting the weaker people. I came here to get part of the coalition to stop that!"
Milan closed his eyes, the next moment will decide if he will go on living or if he will die
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