Boyd shuffled his feet over to the metal table, stopping at the corner closest to where he entered. "Well, Mr. Perdue that's entirely up to you. Where do you see ourselves in our ranks?" A pause allowed for the first syllable of an answer though it was cut short by Boyd speaking once more: "That's all well and good but first you have to show me you can follow simple instructions. If you wanna be a Peace Keeper here we prefer that you have basic motor skills first, and the ability to do what you're told second.

Slipping the requisition form into the clamp on the clipboard and placing it on the table, Body slid the document across the table while simultaneously turning it around for Booker to see. "I need you to head down the hall. Head down the first flight of stairs you come to on the right and then exit through the door at the end of [i]that[/i] hall. You'll be in a sallyport beneath the main stronghold. You'll see a lot of mechanics working on vehicles and one burly-looking woman missing an arm. Talk to her. Politely. And give her this form." Boyd thumped the clipboard twice. "If she gives you a set of keys, I want you to bring them to me. I'll be behind the infirmary. It's the building in the courtyard with the big red cross over it."

Taking a few steps back toward the door, the Cajun stopped and turned around. "Oh, and for the sake of not using my name as a crutch... don't mention who you're doing this for, eh?" Boyd made a gun with his thumb and forefinger before firing an invisible bullet and a wink at Booker.