Nick was anxious. It was the first time that he had used his Rite to Conscription and now four conscripts were arriving at any moment. Thus, Nick was doing what he always did whenever he was anxious. He was in the shooting range, burning through a surplus of ammo. None his shots were missed as lead was thrown into a room of holograms, he had simply been here since he had given the order this morning. He felt better when he was shouldering his gun and it allowed him to not completely waste his time as he was working through an unnecessary state of mind. He wasn't even sure why he was anxious, which certainly did not help matters, but taking the shots was helping.<br/><br/>The range was built to allow for all engagement distances to get in proper practice against monsters And for Nick, that was extreme ranges down to mid range. So the hologram projector was adjusting the sizes as appropriate, while the room appropriately layered thin sheets of gravity and wind to produce the effects of bullet drop and the Coriolis effect. Sometimes shots were almost detached from the scenario that the room was producing. Something as simple as hitting a parasitic host within a crowd, or disabling a possessed bit of machinery. Other times, it had Nick moving the barrel around from the cubicle he was firing from, shooting at various smaller monsters that threatened to swarm a team, then fire upon the broodmother that was spawning them all. And then others it just required a bit of patience, to hit a roaming, armored monster's softer spot with a precision shot.<br/><br/>He had just fired the final shot of his fourth box when the screen on his arm lit up, a small notification for what he had been waiting for. He exhaled slowly and stood, turning off the holograms for the cubicle he was firing from. He picked up another four boxes -these full- and carried them over to the quartermaster window. With the boxes out of his hand, Nick quickly worked on his rifle, leaving it intact but removing the firing pin from it. It was a habit he had gotten in to before he even stepped into the unit that he had chosen. The head quartermaster, so to speak, did not mind, but the one behind the counter in the shooting range was a bit dismayed by the fact that they would not have the entire rifle to catalog and clean. Nick didn't care what he thought, however. If it was not against regulations, the rifle would have probably found a place to be kept in his quarters.<br/><br/>Nick collected his uniform's coat, tossing it over his shoulders lazily as he made his way to the elevator. As he waited for the elevator to take him to the ground floor, Nick took a moment to quickly look at the files. Each settlement within a zone was recorded down to the person. Basic medical information, general information, and family history as best as possible. And when a fringe settlement came back on radar, having their records updated while the parasite problem was being handled was almost as simple as having a drone flying overhead. He had made some notes on the four that he wished to have. The two boys were already slotted to serve as recruits. They were strong, farmer boys. He was sure that once that grew accustomed to it, they'd do well enough in one division or another. The girls had a potentially different fate. One of them was suited to learning the basics before moving to an auxiliary position. Maybe even serving as reserves, depending on how she takes to the basics. But she would need specialized attention if she were to become a real soldier. The other one was going to need quite a bit for anything aside from menial labor, but she was lithe and probably able to fall into line for Spider or Viper with enough work.<br/><br/>So Nick was down to picking up a challenge, or taking the easy route. He had no time to choose as the elevator doors opened and deposited him in the lobby. Nick adjusted himself under his uniform's jacket and strolled forward with the purpose and confidence required of a battalion commander. Lined up in a row with soldiers flanking them on all sides except forward, awaiting him, were his conscripts. The moment he was close enough to speak without raising his voice, he pointed to the two young men and gestured behind him. "You two, there's a big tent in the back with a bit of trash piled up outside of it. Go there, and have one of them point you to a bunk and where to get some fatigues," Nick said. One of the soldiers stepped away from the lineup as well, the nicer one of the three, and offered to show the boys where exactly Nick had meant.<br/><br/>With those gone, Nick's eyes settled on the two young ladies in front of him. Challenge or ease.... After a moment, he made up his mind. Nick pointed to the other girl. "Take her to Collins and tell her I didnt forget about her.... She'll know what I mean," Nick said. Another soldier peeled off, the quieter of the three, and led the other girl off, leaving Nick, Neda, and the gruff soldier that had been with them since her town. Nick then turned to the remaining soldier and gestured. "You're relieved. Go relax until your next post." Once the soldier was out of ear shot, Nick turned to Neda. "Miss, I am Colonel Nicolas Courvoisier, but you may call me Nick, if you would prefer," Nick said, gesturing for Neda to follow and leading her into the building.