<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>Part of the paperwork included the full file of one of the recruits - an unruly juvenile who had, under Lyran law, chosen enlistment over punishment as a first offender. The LAAF had collectively made the sign of the cross at the idea, and made him available to Alliance-friendly mercenaries. And little wonder. So, at least Walter was prepared.<br/><br/>"There we are. The Coolant Leak." One of the two Dragoon law enforcement officers snorted quietly. "You sure you do not want to sign on with us instead, kid?"<br/><br/>The person addressed - a young man with unruly hair, dressed in faded jeans and a leather vest over a similarly faded green shirt - shook his head. "Neg, Sir. The Old Wolf was not even an option, when the Lyrans decided to indenture me to mercenaries instead of their own forces."<br/><br/>The response brought an amused snort from the other cop. "I am sure he would gladly hire such a well-spoken young cub, though. Don't worry, kid, we're not gonna tell him. You're right, you gotta lie in the bed you made. Can't have a Warrior spring you out every time. There, in ya go. And don't make trouble."<br/><br/>"Above and beyond being a minor in a bar, that is." The other cop smirked. "You know, we should be back in five minutes and fine old Jackson."<br/><br/>"Don't even think it. Ain't his fault the Bones arranged this as meeting place for all the recruits." The first cop elbowed his partner in the side, snickering as their charge sauntered into the bar.<br/><br/>Inside, the young man blinked a few times, letting his eyes adjust, then made his way to the bar. He had been given a description of who to expect - a pair of red-haired warriors, one male, one female, the male built like a Ghost Bear elemental. That had to be them. He approached the bar and stood to attention. "Sta..." He interrupted himself, coughing. "Pardon me. Commander Veijer, Lieutenant Krannok, of the Old Bones company?" He inquired. Those were not ranks he was used to in any form, and he kept trying to backslide into the system drilled into him practically from birth. "Ivan Wolf. Judge Reichenbach sent me to report to you in lieu of being caged."