“Send the first one in!” Chuck Rochenoire yelled. The former Navy SEAL sat on a folding chair next to the door. Also sitting with their backs to the wall were other leaders within the Private Military Company. Pat, Aghassi, Frank, Nikita, Kurt, and Sergeant Major Kogan sat in on the informal board which would be the final interview for the new recruits. New hires would begin training, and rejects would be sent packing.
The first recruit came through the door and set his bags down. He was tall with dark hair and a two day beard.
“It says here you served in Italy’s counter-terrorism unit?” Pat, a Delta Force veteran, asked.
“Colonel Moschin,” the Italian responded with the name of his unit.
“You were a member of Task Force 45,” Pat said looking down at the resume in his hands. “Maurizio?”
“Yes. Also deployed to Libya and Sudan.”
“You also list military free fall and sniper operations among your qualifications.”
Pat grilled him on technical and tactical data for a few more minutes before looking across the room at the CEO of Samruk International. He sat behind a desk with a mug of coffee in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other. He nodded his head.
“Arctic, mountain, or winter warfare training?”
“High angle sniper courses and mountain warfare courses that my unit did with the French.”
“Welcome to the team,” Pat said shaking Maurizio’s hand. “You’re on probation for three months, meaning your contract can be cancelled at any time if you fail to perform.”
“I won’t,” the Italian soldier said, clearly happy with their decision.
The next recruit strode in as the Italian departed and stood in from of the desk.
“Name?” Pat asked.
The former soldier was built like a bull, but his muscle mass was the type built through long hard endurance exercise and training. His hair was salt and pepper and hands the size of catchers mitts.
“Danish Special Operations,” Aghassi commented. “Were you on Operation Anaconda?”
“Ja, calling in airstrikes for US forces.”
“I appreciate that.”
“You were there too?” the big Dane turned to look at the former JSOC spy.
“I don’t remember,” Aghassi replied with a smile.
“Six rotations to Afghanistan,” Pat said interrupting Aghassi’s stroll down memory lane. “It says here you did clandestine intelligence work out of the Danish embassy in what country exactly?
The questions came hard and fast.
“We are specifically interested in your arctic warfare training,” Aghassi announced towards the end of the interview.
“We did plenty,” Jacob said. “Cross training in Greenland with Danish forces and other exercises in Switzerland, Sweden, and Norway.”
Pat probed for details for another fives minutes until the CEO waved him away. Another new mercenary to add to the company rolls.
The next recruit walked in wearing a North Face jacket and Danner mountain boots.
“Nate,” Pat began. “Served in Force Recon until you guys got absorbed into MARSOC, huh? How did that go?”
“It was a total nut roll,” Nate answered. “But we eventually got our shit straightened out.”
“Did you go through Derna Bridge?”
“Yeah, for tradecraft and TTL.”
“How many deployments?”
“Nine, including the Indonesia deal.”
“What about arctic warfare training?”
“I did some of the mountain warfare and cold weather training at the Mountain Warfare Training Center in California.”
The Samruk boss took a sip of his coffee and nodded before stubbing out his cigarette in a ashtray.
“Next!” Rochenior yelled.
In walked another towering European.
“You served with Norway’s FSK?”
“Yeah,” the Norwegian guffed.
“Dag is it? It says here you worked in an intelligence cell for your unit for several years. Tell me about that.”
Pat grilled him for a few minutes before asking about arctic warfare experience.
“We get plenty of that. A large portion of our country is inside the arctic circle.”
The CEO nodded and Dag was sent out to sign his contract with the others.
“Bring in the next-” Chucks words were cut off as the next recruited floated into the room. He had shed his cold weather gear once inside, opting for something more comfortable. He wore capri pants and and vibram five soles so that his little toes could stretch out. His shirt had some ironic pop culture reference on it that the other men were to old to even understand.
“Please tell me you are not American,” Pat pleaded.
“Whah-ut? Of course I am,” the new guy replied.
“Jesus. Throw me a bone and tell me you were one of those West Coast SEALs or something?”
Rocheniore’s eyes narrowed.
“I was SF man.”
Pat rested his face in his palm.
“Why are you guys so aggro man?”
The boss slammed his coffee mug down on his desk.
“Get the fuck out of my office.”
3 responses to “Meet the new Recruits of Samruk International in the newest Deckard Novel, “Gray Matter Splatter””
Nice start. Stick it to the hipsters. Looking forward to the next installment and how you will pull the excerpts together.
Thanks Alan! I’m wrapping up the first chapter now.
Outstanding. Can’t wait for the next one.