I made my way to the Commission Hub once more.
The files on the two people I set an interview with are as follows by the way:
William Tenpei
Merit: 320
Type: Scout
Description: I do my best to work fast and be as efficient as possible. My scout-type Machines are all fitted with multi-porting, allowing for other members of the squad to also receive direct feed from them.
I hope to hear from you soon, Mr. Ironwood.
George Johnson
Merit 540
Type: Scout
Description: Let's face it oh Beast. What you need is not just any scout. You need someone who has been there. In the trenches. You need someone who is just as willing as any Walker pilot to take to arms and do whatever it takes on the field of war. I have read the report on the invasion incident. You are a hell of a leader, and I think we would do well together. I will hear from you soon I am sure.
I am going to meet Mr. Tenpei first, lets hope he pans out. Johnson seems gifted, but a tad arrogant.
*Pov: William Tenpei*
Ugh… I can't believe I have to search work from a brute like “Beast”...
...Well, nothing I can do about it now… my old squad already fired me and no one else has yet graced their squad with me.
I arrived to the meeting-hall only to find that he had not arrived yet.
...Typical. Can't even be asked to arrive early… *sigh* Well, everyone can’t be perfect.
“Beast” eventually arrived. A minute late no less..
He began the meeting with a handshake.
Would you imagine it? A handshake! Oh the germs…
I tried to be accommodating of his failures. But after he began describing my job in the squad I just could not take it anymore.
...He wanted me to just sit around, lending my machines for his squad! A scout like myself deserves at the very least the leadership position, not to be a glorified seat warmer!
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I told him exactly how misguided he was and then left the meeting hall.
That should teach him.
*Pov: Mc*
...wow.
...He was a douche.
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Eh, next interview is in 5 minutes. I should get ready.
*Pov: George Johnson*
I arrived to the meeting hall as fast as I could.
I have always hoped to meet the Beast. He is arguably one of the most practical combatants in the entire Commission Hub, working for him would be amazing.
I admit...He is also really bloody beautiful.
He greeted me with a warm, firm handshake. Like a proper fucking man. Not like some of those toads who call themselves “leaders,” I like him already.
He tried to propose the usual job type to me, being just the eyes and ears but I quickly rejected him. Promising that I could hold my ground in combat when needed. Hell, I got myself a bloody Walker for this!
After discussing a bit longer. He agreed to my proposal. Good, I knew he would be a swell boss.
*Pov: Mc*
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“You totally had your expectations reverse to reality huh?”
So it would seem… Well, It is good that we finally got a scout to our unit, and a really competent type at that too.
After that, I took Alicia to have a meal, since we had not eaten yet. (For some reason she insisted on barbeque.) afterwards, we went to the firing range for the rest of the day, she has grown to be a really frighteningly good at shooting, so I told her I would begin giving more focus to her knife skills in the future.
… I also bought her an Ice cream and some food for her squirrel.
...Did I mention she named the squirrel Tibbles?
Well, nevertheless. We retired for the day soon after.
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“So, starting today folks. You have a new squad mate.”
Boss began our debriefing with such words.
“Let me introduce Mr. Muil to you folks.”
A guy with a handsome face and smooth skin walked into the room.
“Much like our Rasmus, He too is specialized in most small arms, assault rifles, and hand to hand combat. As such he will be working in parallel with Rasmus in extracting targets. Got that?”
“Yes sir!” we all responded, and Muil took a seat near me. Boss kept on talking about our next job. but a certain fact was keeping my mind preoccupied.
Muil... had Cyan eyes like me.
And whilst others might not see it, he had a familiar tattoo under his left eye, written in ink only visible in lower spectrums of light.
“MU-4117”
I wonder, why do I feel a strange worry?
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*Pov: Alicia*
I feel a bit sorry for Hicks… If only he could see Ramus’ magnificence then he wouldn't need to be so stressed all the time.
I also feel bad for Marionette, and maybe a little jealous… Rasmus is really giving his all for her… It would be nice if he focused on me like that too…
Rasmus~ Rasmus~
...Then again he does focus on me doesn't he~
...He is just a bit bad at showing it. But wasn’t he today too trying hard to teach me so I would be safe, he even bought me an ice cream at the end.
...Rasmus is so kind…
But I must protect him, today too. When we were about to enter a restaurant, I spotted Lisa in it.
...I nearly failed to avert that one…
...I must work harder!