Gaz stood watching the small group of the recruits pass, he was waiting for his recruit. Whenever someone was brought into 141 they got assigned to a long time member, Gaz got the brains of the groups, The quick thinkers, the mentally prepared. As his recruit approached his brow seemed to furrow slightly, He didn't exactly seem confident in them so far. Maybe just tired from the trip? God I hope. He thought to himself extending a hand to them, "Sergeant Kyle Garrick, Call me Gaz."