"What special skills do you possess?" Atlas said, his clear voice ringing out in the hollow room.
The person opposite them had his head down a little.
"I-i'm pretty smart and I'm good with locks an-"
Atlas stopped the thin man before he could continue. "We don't need another smart person. Each of us here is intelligent enough to shut you up. And as for locks? We don't do that around here. If the door isn't opening, we bust it down. Simple as that."
As soon as he said that, he sent the dejected man back to where he came from. The other six members wearing their masks revealed signs of disappointment.
"What would have happened if we hadn't decided to do this interview thing? We would have inducted a bunch of trash into our ranks!" he cried out loud, wondering how many more of these people Clyde had recruited.
"We don't need cannon fodder right now. Let's fill up the specialization roles first." Clyde said, habitually going to raise his glasses, but was met with the mask.
