The Administrator frowned, looking over a stack of papers.
"An impeccable record. What's the catch, Miss Pauling?"
"None as far as I can see, ma'am." The young lady flipped through papers, then shrugged slightly.
"Interesting. Bring her in."
The young woman entered, looking somewhat meek until she was beckoned to a chair. The awkward silence appeared to unnerve the young woman. She finally broke the silence, shyly.
"You...vanted to see me...? Is there something vrong?"
"Miss..."
"Katja, madam."
"Miss Katja. You want to be a Medic?"
"Ja. Er, yes. It vould be vonderful. Medicine is sehr...it is very important to me." She tried to control her heavy accent, and had only minimal success.
"You do know the risks involved, right, Miss Katja? Did they tell you the risks?"
"Yes. I know very vell the consequences of var. Zhat has...zhat has very much to do vith vhy I'm here."
"I see. You live in Berlin, correct? West Germany?"
"Yes, ma'am. I vas born in zhe South of Germany, but I live outside of Berlin...Is zhat a problem?"
"No. I just want to understand why you want this job."
"I...the economy is..vell, I have always vanted to heal and help others, and this..this offered more money zhan most jobs in Berlin."
"I see. Your brother, too?"
"Yes, ma'am." More silence. Katja fidgeted in her chair.
"She would need training. Do we have any openings, Miss Pauling?" There were always openings. They could always find places for mercenaries. It was just a formality, just to make it seem normal.
"We could send them to Teufort. If the boys are okay with it."
"It doesn't matter if they're okay with it." The Administrator smiled a smile that, to Katja, seemed gentle and sincere. "They do what they're told. Miss Pauling?"
"Yes. I'll get the papers. Please come with me, Miss Katja."
"Oh thank you. Thank you very much!" Katja followed the young woman out as the Administrator turned to a wall of monitors behind her.
No, the boys probably wouldn't be okay with it.
But it would certainly be amusing.