Welcome to Badlands...

His eye twitched again at the laugh. Keep it together. Don’t blow this! “I have had plenty of training. And no, I don’t hesitate to fight anyone who deserves it, though I have been trying to do less fighting off-hours. I’m sure that is in your files as well.”

"No. You're free to go." Boss shrugged and opened a drawer, putting the Scout's application and his file on the man away. Then he opened another drawer and pulled out the standard welcoming packet.

The corner of Kyle’s eye twitched and he flexed his fingers in his lap once, letting out a little energy -both nervous and irritated- as he considered how best to answer these questions. “I am not wasting your time. If I was wasting your time, I wouldn’t have bothered sending it in and wasting my time as well.”

The Scout was angry, Boss could tell. But he was holding it in, restraining himself. All the reports he'd managed to obtain had indicated he had no willpower to fight anger. Perhaps he was getting it under control.

"My patience is just fine.” Kyle replied with a haughty sniff. “I should think a businessman like yourself would understand the concept of ‘time is money’. Ergo, don’t waste my time, I won’t waste yours.”

"Perhaps." He neither agreed or disagreed with anything the Scout had said, but there was a faintly satisfied smirk on his lips. "Am I to believe that you are not wasting my time with this application, then?" One finger tapped the application in question, as his eyes stayed on Kyle's face.

Kyle sat in the indicated chair without protest, though the Administrator’s attitude had him vaguely irritated already. And when the man continued to say nothing, to almost ignore his presence completely, well.

"Patience, Herr Flanagan. I would have liked more time to be ready for you." Boss closed the folder and let it flop on his desk as he eyed the impatient and irritated Scout in his office. "But like others of your class, you have no concept of patience."

That wiped any trace of arrogance from Phil’s posture. He deflated slightly, staring at the man through half-lidded eyes.

".....good enough, I suppose." Boss heaved a great sigh before digging out the packet again: contract, checkbook, room key. He tossed the hefty contract over the pile of folders to the BLU Scout. "Read it over, sign it, whatever."

Phil perked up again. He wasn’t used to many people coming down hard on him, but he supposed it made sense. He didn’t let it get him down for long though, and besides, he loved talking about himself more.

"You are also arrogant, and you have a big mouth." Nothing changed in Boss's expression or tone to betray how he felt (or didn't feel) about any of this.

The cocky grin faded as he looked over his records. Shit, they actually kept track? He swallowed. “Oh, those. Well, I used to have a slight problem. Recent events have me more calm and…mature? I won’t set the bases on fire, if that’s what you’re wanting to know, and I won’t kill anyone outside of work.”

"I don't believe you." Boss closed the folder and let it drop back on top of the pile. "But no matter. Should it happen, you will  be paying for the damages. And if your salary cannot cover it, I will fire you." This Administrator did not mince his words. "You are perhaps lucky that there are so many available spaces here."

Phil sat down, as ordered. He leaned forward and pointed a finger at the Admin. “You want me. You’re going to regret not taking me, because I’m the best of the best. Better than any other Scout. You’re going to get them in here and say they’re the best, but I can prove it.”

"Not in the least." Boss responded dryly. He shifted his chair and opened a desk drawer, starting to pile stacks of pages and folders on his desk. When he was done, there was an almost impressive mess between them. "I was expecting this, you see, and I did some digging of my own."

Spencer watched as the man handed him several items, one of them being a contract. He spent a little while reading over the terms and making sure he knew what he was getting himself into, then signed anywhere he needed to.

"Ja, ja. Go. Your Sniper will be very happy to see you, I'm sure." The Boss waved his hand, dismissing Spencer.

"I’m good at my job, maybe even one of the best," Spencer said. The smile on his face had faded to more of a smirk. "I work hard, an’ I’ve been in the business long enough ta’ know what I’m doin’. You ain’t gonna regret hirin’ me, because I never fail."

"....you'd better." The Boss leaned back and pulled open a desk drawer. He pulled out a checkbook, a thick stack of papers for the contract, and a room key. "Read over your contract, so you know what you're getting into, and then you may take these and go. I won't need to assign you a guide, since you already know the base so well."