Bhaltair Dhimani
A little Ruff can go a long way
"There's not much to tell, sir," replied Adam Pasiano. Bhaltair arched an eyebrow before reaching for and tossing a file folder in front of Adam.
"I'm afraid, Mr. Pasiano, that you and I both know that's just not true." The contents of the generous folder mildly spilled out in front of Adam, offering a peak at the official, compiled history on one Adam Pasiano. He leaned back in his chair and tried to get comfy before saying, "Look, I know the official jargon and I'm aware of what many people think about you. However, I'm not one to quickly agree with others, so I want to hear things from your side. You, of all people, are likely more qualified to tell me the truth of your life."
Adam went quiet and his brows continued to remain furrowed in frustration. Part of him fumed at another person holding all the cards and the other part of him was getting upset as the bad bits of his past started to resurface all at once. Sensing Adam's discomfort, Bhaltair placated him.
"Look. I'm not looking for all the juicy tidbits, just the truth. Why don't you start by telling me about SpecForce. I heard you were, and likely still are, the best of the best?"
It was a statement, more than a question, but he needed Adam to open up if he was going to count this interview as a success. Adam seemed to suddenly become much more interested in watching as he flexed the sinews and veins on his right wrist. Based on the psych report, Bhaltair knew that Adam would be stubborn, but would see reason, drop the wall and talk it out. Either that, or, as unlikely as it would be, he could just up and leave...He hoped it wouldn't come to that, though. He needed a single man and this one was where all of his money was on.
Finally, Adam seemed to relax (or, at least, attempt as such) and he said,
"It all started in SpecForce headquarters, in Quantico, on planet Malikeb..."
"I'm afraid, Mr. Pasiano, that you and I both know that's just not true." The contents of the generous folder mildly spilled out in front of Adam, offering a peak at the official, compiled history on one Adam Pasiano. He leaned back in his chair and tried to get comfy before saying, "Look, I know the official jargon and I'm aware of what many people think about you. However, I'm not one to quickly agree with others, so I want to hear things from your side. You, of all people, are likely more qualified to tell me the truth of your life."
Adam went quiet and his brows continued to remain furrowed in frustration. Part of him fumed at another person holding all the cards and the other part of him was getting upset as the bad bits of his past started to resurface all at once. Sensing Adam's discomfort, Bhaltair placated him.
"Look. I'm not looking for all the juicy tidbits, just the truth. Why don't you start by telling me about SpecForce. I heard you were, and likely still are, the best of the best?"
It was a statement, more than a question, but he needed Adam to open up if he was going to count this interview as a success. Adam seemed to suddenly become much more interested in watching as he flexed the sinews and veins on his right wrist. Based on the psych report, Bhaltair knew that Adam would be stubborn, but would see reason, drop the wall and talk it out. Either that, or, as unlikely as it would be, he could just up and leave...He hoped it wouldn't come to that, though. He needed a single man and this one was where all of his money was on.
Finally, Adam seemed to relax (or, at least, attempt as such) and he said,
"It all started in SpecForce headquarters, in Quantico, on planet Malikeb..."