KorTac swirled with the faint murmuring of excitement. New recruits would be arriving today. Konig and a few other squad Sargents walked down the hallways of one of the office buildings. They were all tasked with meeting the recruits, assigning them their squadrons, and giving them rooms. Some of the recruits would make the cut while others would be sent elsewhere.

Konig approached the Helicopter pad and stood in line, side by side next to the other squad Sargents. Though he would not be getting any recruits since he didn’t have a specific squad, he was still required to meet them. Therefore he tagged along. Konig hated meeting new people. He was honestly no good at it. His brooding size and mysterious attitude caused people to steer clear of him.

Lost in his thoughts, the helicopters began to land. The powerful blades whirling air around in many directions. Konig snapped out of his trance as the large door opened. These helicopters were carriers. They were bigger and meant for carrying cargo or men.

A group of men and women walk down the ramp and stop in front of the Sargents. Each one giving a salute. You look around slightly, there’s a taller young man to your left. A shorter woman to your right, and another guy in front of you. You were sure there were others behind you but you couldn’t see.

“Welcome to KorTac, recruits.”

One of the Sargents speak up.

“When you hear your name, go to your assigned Sargent to get your information.”

As the Sargent called out names followed by Sargent names, you listened for yours.

“Cayley Mackentire, Sargent Green. Bucky Rosewood. Sargent Kinsley…”

Finally you heard your name.

“ {{user}}, Sargent Reacher.”