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]

"Non-lethal?" John pondered, disturbed by the thought, "Not really my MO, and since those other guys are so far away... Well, I suppose I have a politician to kill." He started rummaging through his pockets, eventually pulling out a plastic bag containing several differently coloured and shaped pills. "Does the kill have to be quiet? I could slip a poison that doesn't usually show up on toxicology reports right into his morning coffee. If he drives his own car he'd probably die behind the wheel, causing a collision and drawing attention away from his politics. Or I could do the classic 'pillow over the head, bullet in the face' move while he's sleeping. Hey, if you want me to I can make it look like suicide... That is, unless you already have a way you want me to dispose of him?"