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In the rear of the barracks rests a room with a sign that read 'Special Squad Recruitment'. No insignia decorate the single office door like those other doors all throughout the Brother Base. Inside the office is a single desk with a single rolling swivel chair. The walls and the desk share the same drab gray while the chair is a jet black. The wall opposite the front door and behind the desk has a large map pinned up with several colored pins inserted in various places, as well as pictures of people along the sides. Some of the faces are clearly BoS members while others are personnel that are unknown to most who enter. All about the room are various sized boxes and bags.

Before the map stands a five foot six man with brown hair wearing olive drab military pants and a brown military jacket rolled up to the sleeves. When the squad leader turned around it became apparent that his uniform and office shared the same lack of Brotherhood affiliation as the door. The man spoke calmly and quickly, "You've decided to commit to the squad at an awkward time soldier. However that will make your selection no less complicated. I have no time for formalities so tell me why it is you wish to join my squad?"

The squad leader folded his arms across his chest as the soldier before him assumed a position that rang of military bearing. The arrogance that was presented didn't really strike him in any noteable way since most everyone who tried out for or was in Special Squad was just as cocky. Though the Senior Initiate didn't answer his question he didn't feel like adressing that at the moment. The man walked over to the one of the pictures on the wall and pointed to it while still looking at the man who had recently entered.

"Squire Land has newly aquired a squad as you may well know. Unfortunately for him he has no one of seniority to help him organize things. Though you're rather new here yourself, you at least know your way around the base. Head over to the demolitions bunker. Some idiot Initiate moved all of Squire Lands' training ammo to that location before heading out on a patrol and getting himself killed. There are 10 crates of 5.56, 15 crates of 7.62, 15 crates of 9mm, and 30 crates of .50. The crates weigh between fifty and eighty pounds a piece. Move them over to the firing range and report to Squire Land when you're complete."

With the order given the man brought his arm down from the picture of him former soldier and back to his chest as he waited for the man before him to move out.

((All posts should be conducted in the appropriate thread. If you're in the demo pit picking up crates then post in the demo bunker. If you're dropping crates off at the firing range then post in the firing range. DO NOT post multiple trips in the same post. Reporting into Squire Land must be done in character in whatever thread is approriate in the BASE subforum.))

Damion rapped his knuckles on the door to gain the Squad Leader's attention. Upon being admitted, he would close the door behind him and stand at parade rest.

"My duties have been completed, sir."

Damion stood with his hands clasp behind his back and his feet at shoulder length as he listened to his potential new Squad Leader. When he heard the question directed at him, he lifted his chin slightly and answered.

"To carry out and enforce the will of the Brotherhood, sir?"

"That depends on which Elders you ask, sir."

Damion smirked outwardly. As an enemy of the Enclave, the Brotherhood had been monotered. As a former member of the Enclave, he had been briefed on the establishment.

"While the over-arcing goal of the Brotherhood is to rebuild this once great land from the ashes of fate, the different sects seem at odds with how to accomplish this. But I believe this branch of the Brotherhood wishes to teach man the ways of technology and help them to carry themselves out of the darkness."

Interesting, Damion thought as he heard Aruil's explination. Potentially fun too. Because of his birth and how he was raised and trained he was no slouch when it came to operating technology. He wasn't a McGyver or anything but he knew about all a soldier should to be able to operate powered armor at least. Not to mention that if there was something important worth recovering then chanses were other people would want it.

When the Squad Leader began talking about the town of Asheville, Damion's smirk dropped as he listened up. Lifting his chin and narrowing his eyes, he tried to think of why the Brotherhood would care for such a town.

"I do not," he said.

In truth, he knew very little about the town. However, he figured it had something to do with the unit's mission.

That made sense, he thought. Putting an outpost in the heart of local trade would gain everything he talked about and more, including attention. It was but one more reason that he, as a gun runner and mercenary, tended to avoid the very built up areas.

When he heard the order to find the name of their General, he seemed at a loss. It was an odd request. Feeling the conversation might turn awkward, he lifted his chin and spoke up.

"Sir...? Can't you tell me?"

Damion lifted a brow at the officer's comment and action. He didn't seem impressed but he was also confused as to why this was a big deal. The former Enclave soldier figured it would be easier to carry out the man's orders than to argue with him.

"If you excuse me sir, I will find you the General's name and return at once."

He snapped to attention, turned smartly and stepped out of the office.