Jacob: I am going to need your fingerprints sir to make sure it is you * he presses the button, grabs the sheet of paper that slid out and give it to the man *
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A small printer on your desk would print out a small paper with the fingerprints.
The man would also hand you the fingerprint ticket.
The paper from the printer would read:
" SENS VIEDNOVIC "
" NO KNOW ALIASES. "
" Hello Inspector. "
" I was sent to give you this. "
He'd slip in a small rulebook through the opening under the shutter.
" Look at this closely. "
He'd then walk out of the booth.
Jacob: Thanks . . . I guess * He looks through the rulebook *
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There's only a few rules on the first page.
" Only Arstotzkans are allowed to pass through the border. "
" All documents must be present and correct. "
Under that a small note would be scribbled on.
" RECEIVING 2 OR MORE CITATIONS WILL RESULT IN A FINE. "
Sighed, Sergei Lendrazki.
The main headline was:
" GRESTIN CHECKPOINT ALREADY UNDER FIRE. "
Under it, in smaller text, was written:
" First day already cut short by hostile attackers, Kolechian extremists presumed to be attackers. "
You'd look out the window.
You'd barely make out the guards shooting at a man that climbed over the wall.
The man soon throws a grenade at the guards as he gets shot, all the guards are killed by the explosion.
The line of people runs off in fear.
" WE ARE THE ORDER. "
" WE SEEK YOUR HELP IN LIBERATING THIS COUNTRY OF IT'S CORRUPT GOVERNMENT. "
" A MAN NAMED SIRKO HAYHA WILL ARRIVE TOMORROW. "
" ALLOW HIM ACCESS AND YOU WILL BE REWARDED. "
Congratulations.
The October labor lottery is complete. Your name was pulled.
For immediate placement, report to the Ministry of Admission at Grestin Border Checkpoint.
An apartment will be provided for you and your family in East Grestin. Expect a Class-8 dwelling .
Pack your stuff and report to the border, please.
Glory to Arstotzka.