New Recruits

Scott shook his hand, his palms slightly damp from nerves. "Thank you, sir. It's an honor to be here."

Armand nodded, his expression unreadable. "Your father speaks highly of you. He says you're sharp, determined. Qualities we need more of in this fight."

Scott felt his father's hand on his shoulder, a silent gesture of encouragement. He managed a small nod. "I'll do my best, sir."

Armand's lips twitched in what might've been the ghost of a smile. "Good. We don't expect anything less."

Armand motioned for Nolan to continue. "Bring him to the assembly hall. Let him meet the others."

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The assembly hall was massive, filled with rows of chairs and a stage at the front. Scott's footsteps echoed against the polished floor as Nolan led him inside. The hum of quiet conversations filled the air, but it quickly hushed as Scott entered.