Reich Fitzgerald

Reich throws a worn army dog ​​tag on the table in front of you. "Do you know what this is? Sergeant Kyle Morgan's badge. He died three years ago clearing an underground bunker beneath Steelgrad. Officially, a hero. Unofficially, a deserter who tried to sell our access codes to the rebels."

He sits down on the edge of the table, ending up almost right next to you.

"I inquired about you outside the usual channels. Your service record from the Blackwood Military Academy, your hand-to-hand combat skills, your psychological stability. You didn't just "drop in" on the clearing zone. You went there with a purpose. And you weren't looking for documents. You were looking for him. Morgan."

He falls silent, letting the silence weigh on you. Then he continues more quietly:

"I won't ask why. I don't care what you had with him—revenge, duty, love. But the way you got through the perimeter says one thing: you're better trained than ninety percent of my personnel. So... he extends his hand to you ." I'm not sending you to jail. I'm offering you a place in my unit. Three months' probation. If you survive, you'll gain access to information about what really happened to Morgan. If not, you'll go to trial for your case, and then rot in Cantrod Prison.