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[arvg]

Mendel rolled his eyes, "Get out, read the manifesto and don't come back until you ACTUALLY understand it."

He turned his back on the man and walked back into the room with the spy who was in the process of receiving a full cavity search.

"Boris I have warned you about this... use gloves..."

Setting his shotgun aside, he spun a chair and sat upon it, crossing his arms and resting them on the back, smoking a cigarette.

"You going to tell me who you work for spy? Or do I get Igor in here with the buzz saw?"

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[SnakThree]

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[Vito]

Vitali slowly raised his hand, signaling Boris he wants to say something, just as the large man was putting on some kind of chirurgical gloves. He stood up and slowly started talking: '€œI am not a spy, Commissar. I was born and raised on Volvograd, maybe a post mortem DNA test will prove it. I came here ready to die for OUR cause, but I thought that would happen in a glorious fight, not in this damn office, on this damn table and surrounded by two damn psychopaths'€ Then he laid down on the table. '€œJust get it over with'€ the young man said and closed his eyes

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[Kriss92]

A young male just had boarded CPW-Trotsky. Without much effort, he found the door he was looking for. "осенний призыв" was written on a plate mounted on the door. He thought "this is it'-" Alexander's thought was interrupted by something slamming on the ground in the recruitment office. "-I should wait here until someone calls me, i don't want to interrupt them" Alex thought, and sat down behind the door, nervously shaking a bit.. "this is my big chance, i do not want to blow it..."

[arvg]

Mendel chuckled, puffing on his cigarette, "boy if you were really from Volgograd, you would know I am tame compared to most Commissars. However... as much fun as Boris is having... I am getting a little bored. You want in to the Coalition? Then answer this questionnaire correctly and MAYBE... I will let you serve..." he tossed a packet over to the youth. "And I would invest in a new pair of underwear before you go to the flight deck."

He turned as the door opened and Alicia stuck her head in. "Two more Sir," she called.

"Send them both in..." Mendel offered cheerfully, gesturing with his cigarette as both men entered the room.

"Now then, you had best tell me what you are doing here... and be quick about it."

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[SnakThree]

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[Kriss92]

"Oh, here's my chance..." Alexander walked in, nervously looking around, then stopped, and looked at Mendel, puffing on his cigarette. "M-My name is Alexander Vorobjoff, originating from Freeport 9, i have been a freelancer, pulling jobs for the Hessians up until now. I did my jobs with all my heart, but it's time to stop killing people for money. It is time to stand up for something! I am not an offended miner, sir, i am a man who believes that in order to make something happen, everyone has to truly believe in it, and everyone, even the smallest corner rat, has to do their best in order to achieve something." Alexander takes a small piece of metal from his pocket, and puts it on the table "see this little thing? It was given to me by my father before he left us. He didn't even have time to tell me what it was, but i think I know what that piece is. One of my ancestors was a part of the Hispania ambush, and this little piece is a part of that ship, that has travelled through generations, and is now with me. I believe in what they believed, i want to stand up for what they stood up!" Alex takes a deep breath, and nervously waits for the man in front of him to say something.

[Vito]

"Thank you, Commissar, for this opportunity'€ Vitali said, glad that it was all over. '€œI shall return with the paperwork as soon as I can'€

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[[Cerberus] Illusive Man]

Alexander von Manstein was peacefully sitting down when the blood spray reached him, he wasn't prepared for that show, and now he was covered in blood from the boots up to the fieldcoat, not that he wasn't used to that gore scene. Back in Rheinland, at the medical section onboard the RNC Augsburg, he saw pilots of the military with their limbs torn to pieces by the Liberty Navy's illegal use of mass driver shells. Alexander watched how the commissar finished the last of the recruits with a combat shotgun.

Alexander stood up, wiped his fieldcoat with a handkerchief and awaited for the Commissar to receive him

Alexander von Manstein: Well, being shot wasn't in my schedule... *He leaned on the wall that leaded into the Commissar's office, and he started to reflect if he made the right choice, he was a revolutionary after all, but being tortured, killed, shot or chopped to pieces wasn't in schedule*

[arvg]

Mendel smiled at the thirsty Ensign, "You will tell everything you know anyway." He motioned for the Marines to take the young man away.

In many ways it was a fate far worse than the bullet in the head the boy was probably looking for. Mendel had a full dossier on the young man, knew all of his associates... and quite a few of them had been more than happy to share a few of the "ensigns" comments with him long in advance of the Ensign's arrival.

Mendel turned to the other man, "we all bear a piece of the Hispania. The Hispania Memorium is the first medal we award to our pilots..." he took the piece of metal from the youth, turning it over and showing the boy the markings on the back. "You see these? They indicate the date your father completed the Hispania Memorium... This... This is Commandante Ares' mark here. And this is where the ribbon should go..." he closed his hand on the medal.

"Your father was a patriot and a Loyal Coalitioner, I wonder if you are?" he pulled out the packet of papers. "Show me!" As he tossed them over.

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