Since taking command, I've not had much to do with the stickjockeys. They seemed to know what was what, and having come through Ground Forces, I was happy to let them do their jobs. Bringing in someone from outside, however, it feels best to take more of a hand.
Interviews took the better part of a day. The files for each of the candidates were at my fingertips, of course, but I wanted to get their measure.
Going by test scores, performance record and service history alone, Lt. Hannah "Skybuck" Moore was well ahead of her competitors. In person, however, she did not exactly exude discipline. Or respect for military authority. Once I'd given the at-ease, she all but started dancing around my office. And when asked if she had any questions, all she wanted to know was whether I was going to shave any time soon.
It was a fair point. Things have been hectic, and since Purple Mother...
I began to reply with something rueful but stern, only for her to cut me off with a dangerous grin.
"Don't. I like it."
She could be trouble, this one. But she's also an ace, by all accounts, and we need the best.
Welcome to XCOM, Skybuck.
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