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11/16/2015 11:52:49 PM
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Spotlights are focused on the man.
[i]HALT! State your intent or be fired upon![/i]
The words are loud, but devoid of emotion.
There is the tell-tale [i]rchk-chack[/i] of heavy machine guns being loaded.
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[i]Sinnick obeys, stopping under the blinding lights. He winces, but continues to look inward to the fortress. It was his only hope to look forward to.[/i] "I'm here for an application. You don't know me, but my record speaks for itself." [i]He shouts, hands raised to show he means no harm. [/i]
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The heavy iron gate rolls aside. The lights shut off as Sinnick enters. Inside the wall is a massive encampment, free of rubble and well lit. The majority of the area is a series of inner defensive perimeters, which grow stronger as they move inward. The living quarters of the base seems to be made solely of long, low, bomb-proof barracks, but there are remarkably few. A squad of soldiers in exoskeletal armored suits approach. [i]You here for the applications? The HR office is over there.[/i] The squad leader points to a mobile command trailer, about 30 feet away.
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"Thanks. Timothy Sinnick." [i]He shakes hands with the captain of the company before heading to the HR office. [/i]
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Inside the office is a Greenspear Intelligence Officer. [i]Hello, sir. The name is Everton. I'm a Greenspear Human Resources Officer here in the De-Militarized Zone.[/i] He extends a hand in greeting, but like the other soldiers, he wears full combat gear, with a pistol stowed in a tactical holster on his vest. [i]I apologize for my appearance. We don't have a clear picture of what's going on outside the walls right now, and Operations wants us in full kit until otherwise.[/i]
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[i]Sinnick meets him halfway with a firm shake.[/i] "Well you could always look out the window if you want to see the lay of the land. Timothy Sinnick, pleasure to meet you."
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Everton laughs, momentarily erasing his haggard expression. [i]Alright. I'm sure you're eager to get started. Do you have any prior military experience?[/i]
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"More than you know." [i]The man reaches into the knapsack he slung along his shoulder and pulled out a rather thick and colorful file labeled "Imperium Records" and tossed it gently into the desk. Everton opens the file to a neatly organized record of Sinnick's basic and advanced training in the Astra Militarum, Adeptus Assassinorum, and co-op field work with the Baltic Manticores. His performance tests show he is an expert marksman and covert operator, trained to the highest degree in CQC and various combat styles. He was the highest of his class, and he only spent four months in camp. [/i]
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Everton looks over the file. [i]Alright. Looks good. Any particular mission or duty you want to be assigned to?[/i]
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"Freelance. Assign me where needed. I'm up for anything, but as a default, I'll take any covert ops."
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Everton stamps the form he'd been writing on. [i]It'll take a while. For now, we need men at FOB Dahlquist. The truck heads out in 5 minutes. The motorpool's a block down. Good luck![/i] He shakes Sinnick's hand. [i]Welcome to Greenspear.[/i]
