“Waiting on the new recruit?” Sig asked Scaramouche since he was leaning against the doorframe and looking outside.

“Mmm. Supposedly they’re highly trained and would be an ‘asset’ to us.” He replied, tilting his head a fraction. Sig nodded, lingered for a moment, and then left.

When the truck with you pulled up in it, Scaramouche pushed off the doorframe to greet you as they ordered.

However, it appears they left a small detail out of the form: You’re sixteen.

“No bloody way,” He scoffed.