SecCorps, got it?

[Chris Raynark]

Cli-click, cli-click...

"Bloody hell," He remarked, shouldering his pack, "Why do they make these frelling bases so bloody widespread... put all the frelling... ugh," He trailed off, looking around..

[General Tohmahawk]

"So we dont have wimps turning up and wasting my time. You are and what you here for...?"

[Chris Raynark]

"Eh... 'ame's Raynark, Chris 'n I'm here t' sign up for SecCorps. The advertisement read that they're indifferent 'bout background and frelling crap like that.," He nodded once, "Plus, I'm broke an' the landlord is really itching her ass to get me out of m' pad."

[General Tohmahawk]

"As long as you kick arse and fight, your in. Can you prove both of em?"

[Chris Raynark]

"Yeah, mate. Both of 'em anytime."

[General Tohmahawk]

"Allright, pop quiz - what guns do you carry and how much ammo?"

[Chris Raynark]

Chris dropped the bag he hauled over his shoulder, answering quickly while mentally leaving out his recent purchase, "Two FWG5's with four extra clips, usually. When I'm not packing those, I've got a few slim daggers on my persona,"

[General Tohmahawk]

"Sounds fair. Not quite the stuff we have, but okay I guess. one fianl question - we equip with the latest in technology. You happy amongst cutting edge crap?"

[Chris Raynark]

"... as a rat in a cottonball, mate. I've got no qualms with using new tech, welcome it if you would say," He shrugged haphazardly, "s'long as it won't explode when I touch it, wear it, or step on it."