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Ami quietly filed in after Lucky, movements mechanical, but with purpose. The nervousness that affiliated with every interview was with her, but it had nothing to do with H or hunterdom in general. Why would she be afraid of H pinpointing her faults? He knew them already, she knew them already. In fact this whole interview process seemed a little silly to her considering the circumstances. Why interview them when he most likely already had intel on them? Formalities, maybe.

It was pitiable then, that she treated the interview with so much care. "Sir." She greeted him with a pinch of reverence as her feet carried her closer to the desk he was usually found in. At least she didn't have to go through the awkwardness of introductions. Hands folded in front of her, in the lotus position as she watched him carefully.

The room hadn't changed since the last time she'd been in here- though she appreciated the alleviation that she wasn't begging for her life this time. The doctor, however, had changed from the last time she'd seen him in that strange, alternate world hotel. Hawaiian shirts and fretful devotion to an imaginary wife hadn't suited the doctor at all. It was good to see him back to his usual calculated self. Though interviewing with the zen doctor probably would have been easier.

Ami took the invitation to sit, folding her legs carefully and precisely. "Efficiently," she said with the flick of her hand. She thought to Stormy and Lex, both of whom she had working overtime to make any sort of leeway.

Eyes went to the application. Really the words on the paper were meaningless- she had full faith that the doctor had psychic abilities to discern everything about a person without batting an eyelash.

"Admittedly we've been slowed to a crawl thanks to the recent ah- events." Was there a way to politely say "everybody's dying and creatures attacking us left and right"? At least she'd managed to save the codex. "Nothing we can't recover from. We always do, don't we?"

Ami raised an eyebrow, contemplating whether or not H's overconfidence was a compliment or an insult, but didn't say anything. He was granting her more staff and assistance- why would she complain about that?

"Yes thank you sir- and thank you for your time." A short interview. She appreciated that. Last time she'd been in here, H hadn't failed to remind her not to waste his time, so she spared no expenditure on her way out. Ami called the next person in, and was on her way.

"Mr. Wood," the doctor drawled in response. "And why do you think I would hire you on as my secretarial assistant?"

To H's credit, he refrained from rolling his eyes for the duration of Melvin's little rant. Leaning back the doctor smiled, "But why would I," he stressed the word, "hire you as my Secretarial Assistant. Which is not, may I clarify, the same as Division Assistant. For this division, such a job mainly involves paperwork, organizing, and yes, playing coffee fetcher."

The smile grew pitying, "Melvin, if you're seeking to change how this division and the other divisions are run, it won't be achieved by just getting a higher paying desk job. You don't know the first part of gaining power and holding it. You don't understand how to move and use people, and until you do, you'll always be the indignant little annoyance at the door with its hand out."

The doctor wrote a few small notes on the application, "Let the next person know they may come in."

Laughter, rich and pleased, filled the air. "It's nice to see you've retained the naivete you had the first time you entered this office. I can't say anything for Caelius, he and I work very differently. He prefers to break things...and people, until only the strongest remain. I abhor waste and choose to hold onto even the weakest hunters, finding a function for them that benefits the division and myself. That you haven't seen fit to observe and breakdown the typical methods of the various leaders and how they differ simply proves how unprepared you are to navigate the political waters of power on the island."

The doctor sighed as he continued, "And they are political waters. Much like anywhere you find people with power and varying purposes, you need to understand how to maneuver and use people if you wish to see things take on the shape you prefer." Pulling out a different application, he continued, "I'm the head of this division because I positioned myself and events to gain total control over it. Because I wanted its tools and resources to pursue my own goals in studying and advancing our usage of FEAR."

He glanced up with a wistful smile, "Would you like to transfer out? You're rather useful when you aren't in a snit over your clumsy ideals of how things should be run."

Jack had sat quietly, happy to wait his turn. He couldn't hear anything from the other interviews, sadly, though the last fellow to leave was in such a mood that he had to wonder what laid ahead for him; he hadn't so much heard words as he had brisk tones. Ah well~ He'd roll with the punches as he always did--sometimes literally.

Casually as could be, the giant of a hunter ducked into the room and settled in the open chair, sitting back and getting comfortable for what apparently would be (according to the others) a relatively short exchange. "Jack Hawthorn, sir. Nice to hear it isn't all quiet bookish types here."

The fact that he knew next to nothing about the doctor was either a blessing of ignorance or a horrible mistake waiting to happen.