"Samuel Pace." I stood still, arms folded as I resisted showing my discomfort. 
"Your age?" The man stood towering in front of me as he filled in the boxes on his forms. He may have been taking notes, but he was built like a fighter. He was broad and strong, the uniform he wore hid nothing. He had introduced himself as Reid. Whether that was his first or last name, I couldn't be sure. 
I was the last to go through this process and every second was making me more and more anxious. Had the others answered every question they were asked?
Reid was asking questions that touched on our time in the army, our home life, what we'd done while enlisted and how we happened here. The whole time I stood still, despite being offered the seat across the room. I didn't like being split from the others, the longer I stayed here, the more I wanted to get out.