Vindicta Force, The battle begins Options

[Satou Asahira]

It was loud in the assembly hall as the new recruits gathered to hear Commander Beck speak. He seemed to be running a little late and the room filled with idle chatter. A hush fell over the crowd as an unfamiliar man took the stage.

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"Greetings," he said in a voice that echoed throughout the hall. "I am Director Lazeer. I'm in charge of the business aspects of the Vindicta Force and I guess you could say I'm top dog around here." His light-hearted tone received small chuckles from the audience. "You may be wondering where Commander Beck is. He's taking care of some urgent matters so I decided to greet you all personally. It's been a while since we've gotten such a promising group of prospects and I wanted to get a good look at you all. Each of you have your own reasons for fighting and I see the flames of passion in each and every one of your eyes. I'm quite interested in seeing how well you will do. Welcome to the Vindicta Force and, try not to die." He gave a playful smile with his last sentence and walked offstage.
Jenova then took the stage and began giving orders. "Report to your departments right away. If you get lost, we have maps posted all throughout the facility. You should have already unpacked your things in the dormitory. If you need equipment, it will be issued at your department. That is all. Dismissed!"
Everyone began to file out of the room and headed towards their departments.

[Sparrowsmith]

"Killing you would be boring, ma'am" he said with a disappointed tone, "Incredibly difficult, but boring. I haven't got any special gadgets prepared for the occasion, so I'd have to use my guns and my knives, and they're so messy an unsatisfying - a last resort really." he shrugged and continued, "and I'm quite sure you'd be more skilled than me close range like this. I prefer a more... hands off approach. I have no specific military training but I've been carrying out 'hits' for sometime. Not your typical jobs either, I like to send a message, make a scene - if you will."
He sat down on his lunch box, idly taking the banana from his belt and twirling it around his hands, "My latest hobby is fruit. Let's say you have a mob boss, a hypothetical one, who everyday buys an apple to take home. One day the shop assistant, played by yours truly, performs a little switch under the counter. An apple that weighs about the same, but with a deadly price. So maybe the mob boss eats it on his way down the street, maybe he takes it home, maybe he hands it to his grandson - it makes no difference to me. As the stalk is pulled out of the 'apple' it brushes past a narrow lead styphnate crystal, creating a static shock and blowing the blasting cap, which in turn blows the makeshift TNT - or whatever explosive happened to take my fancy during the creation of the device. In short, an apple-grenade. The beauty is that the target holds the very thing that kills them, and the confusion caused often allows the same trick to be used several times before discovery."
He popped the banana back into his belt and looked up with a wild eye, "Of course, if you want my full field experience then I'm sure you could dig something up, this is Espionage after all." He beamed, "I'm just looking for another story I can tell to the next gig I waltz into, or maybe I'll stick around here and tell the story to some new recruit someday. But I've told all my best stories, and I'm itching to write some more"
He chuckled and re-assumed his professional posture and spoke again, "Or you can give me orders and I'll follow them to the T, ma'am. I play the game however management wants it done."