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Suzi Darley has a pad of paper, several pens, and a booth where she can keep an eye on the bar in general. Her knitting and her usual signs offering jewelry for sale are nowhere in sight.

She's here for one reason: initial interviews with the people who requested them. Her notes will be passed along above her head, and those people will sit down and figure out who they want to talk to more from there.

She's got the list of questions that Alanna used in the last hire written down to use (and blank space under them in case anyone on Security has other questions that they want her to start adding), and plans to file each days interviews as soon as they're all finished so that they're to hand for the people doing the actual hires.

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The answer is written down, "Why do you want to join security?"

J.C. blinks, a little bewildered. "I think we did that one already, ma'am. That was the question before last."

"Oops." Suzi says with a wince, "I lost track. Have you had any dealings with Milliways Security? is the next one."

"No, ma'am." Neither the good kind nor the bad kind.

"Last question, How would you handle the following scenario: A new patron draws a gun and threatens an enemy from home -- an enemy that has been a bar patron for some time and hasn't caused trouble. The new patron also has magic, and lets everyone know it."

"I would try to get between him and the person he's threatening and ask him to calm down," J.C. begins. "I'd let him know that carrying a grudge in the bar and doing anything violent there are against the rules and that Security enforces the rules - if he's too new to know that already, ma'am. Otherwise it would just be a reminder.

"Either way I'd let him know that he would be getting himself in a lot of trouble if he did anything reckless. I'd only use physical force and attempt to relieve him of his weapon if he didn't listen to reason, and I'd get him to concentrate on me - not anyone else." He'd be risking his own safety there, but that would be his job.

"Is there anything else you think that my bosses should know?"

"Yes, ma'am. I have nanomechanical augmentations." He points to the circuit nodes at his temples and neck, and also holds out his silver-traced left hand. "Microscopic machines that give me enhanced abilities. I doubt it's going to cause a problem, but they should know." If he wants to work for Security, he should be honest about that. "That's it, ma'am."

"Thank you for your time."

J.C. gets to his feet with a quick but respectful (and somewhat automatic) salute. "Thanks for speaking with me ma'am. Have a good evening."

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