The Recruit Novels & Stories

" I took the brochure. Shoved it in my back pocket where it was probably still crumpled. On my way out I passed the military recruitment table. Army, Navy, Marines. The Marine recruiter made eye contact. Big guy, buzz cut, dress uniform. "You look like you can handle yourself," he called out. I kept walking. I'd best return home. All this was worsening my mood. "We are always looking for strong candidates.” the recruiter continued. "We have good benefits, career training, and a chance to serve your country." “To hell with the country,” I mumbled making my way back to the bus. Just then my phone buzzed. I swiped up. Theo had just sent a message. “Ivy told me ab

My blood turned to ice. “They’re already here,” Elliot muttered. The fixer’s breathing grew shallow. “You don’t understand,” he rasped. “This isn’t a recovery team.” I grabbed his wrist. “Then what is it?” He swallowed hard. “A recruitment unit.” The hum grew louder. Lights cut through the trees, white, controlled, methodical. Not chaotic. Professional. Marcus pulled me to my feet, his grip firm. “We split. Now.” Elliot hesitated, glancing at the fixer. “He won’t survive another move.”

The recruitment had starts in the town close to the Military camp . The fourteen Calvary instructors and twelve members of Elite team moves in three in a group and brought a truck with them . Each province will only choose under ten people. Those chosen will be given twenty yuan and three food coupons and move their house regularly to the military camp . After two weeks the recruiter come back with more than seventy new recruit. Including ten chosen from their town there are eighty six new recruits. Fortunately , the eight brought back by Lieutenant colonel Han team , Mejar Mu Shen team and Lieutenant mejar Mu Xie's team and thr

I glanced at him, and he looked sincere, so I decided to hear him out. “What is it you wish to tell me…” I looked at him, widening my eyes, gesturing for his name. “Lucas,” he replied hastily. I nodded my head, acknowledging his response. “What do you have for me, Lucas?” I asked in a calm voice. He took a deep sigh as he started. Alpha Darius also leaned in as his curiosity was also peaked. “First, on behalf of all the new recruits, we want to offer my appreciation to both you and Alpha for giving us the chance for redemption. No other pack gave us this opportunity to belong to a tribe,” he said with his eyes all teared up.

Sylvania didn’t even glance at Charlotte. She kept her chin high and her eyes on the crowd of young recruits standing in front of her. She put on that smile, studying each and every one for a second before she continued. “Welcome to Scarlet Fashions,” she said with a calm voice, and she sounded friendly. “This place may look old now, but soon, it will be full of life and beautiful. We’ll see our dreams coming true.” The recruits listened closely. Some looked excited, others unsure.

"He was fixing matches. Silva. Before he ever came to Blackridge." "Or he was being tested." Luca turned onto the motorway, the city lights fading behind them. "The syndicate doesn't recruit players who haven't proven they'll cooperate. They find someone young, someone desperate, someone in debt or in trouble, and they make him an offer he can't refuse. One match. One favour. After that, he belongs to them." "And then they move him to a bigger club. A club where he can do more damage." "Blackridge."

"Diane, could you do me a favor and send in the new recruit? I'll handle the orientation, while you get the reports ready." I put the phone down before she could say anything else and just stretched on my chair. Whatever was going on with Winter and I already stopped. It stopped the moment she didn't respond to my text. I sure as hell know how crazy it would have been if she kept responding to my text. I let out another tired sigh while waiting for the recruit. I picked up her file, one that Diane had dropped before leaving. I flipped it open and saw the name. Win Tats. Is it just me or does the name remind me of something? I slowly closed my eyes for a better

A roomful of eyes met mine, wonder and nerves lighting them. “Congratulations on being recruited to Marx Inc. I know you’ve studied hard to get this far, and I commend you for that.” A few smiles touched the recruits’ faces, but they wouldn’t be there for long. “That being said, you should look around the room you’re in right now.” The recruits did as I asked, most frowning in confusion before I continued. “At least half the people you just looked at won’t be here this time next month.”

They clasped hands once—solid, acknowledging strength without testing it. “Anyone else?” I asked, scanning the room. Two more stood. Then a third. They crossed over without hesitation, forming a line along the bar behind me. Good. Let the rest see it. “I’m recruiting,” I said, letting the words carry without raising my voice. “There’s going to be conflict. Territory shifts. Pushback.” I took a slow breath and scanned the room, meeting eyes, holding them long enough to make it clear this wasn’t a bluff. “But there’s reward,” I continued, setting my glass down with a quiet, deliberate tap against the bar. “Positions. Money. Territory.”

All they knew is that they have a visitor and an urgent meeting, that’s all - nothing more, nothing less. “Hey,” Blanche taps one of her colleague’s shoulders, getting attention from that person. “Any idea on what was going on?” she asked, her pointer finger was placed under her chin. “Recruit,” replied the other. “The General said that we have a recruit. You know, newly graduated scouts and such. Well, at least that’s what I’ve known,” shrugging her shoulder as she excuse herself and continue what she was doing earlier before Blanche bolted in and asked her.