"All right, let's continue!"
Having finally managed to calm the officer down, Li Jie felt his temples throbbing.
You're Mexican-American, not Cuban. What the hell are you getting so worked up for?
Seriously... He sucked his teeth and picked up the next file.
"Jimmy... McNaught?"
A sharp-looking officer stood up. "Present, sir!"
"Your grades... are almost all A's too. A little weaker in driving and shooting under stress... hmm?" Li Jie turned to the behavioral assessment and teamwork section. "Failing marks?" He flipped through a few more pages. "You were assigned to the West District Police Department before, but they sent you back to the Police Academy?"
"Yes, sir!"
Although McNaught's face flushed, he still answered loudly. "Because I questioned their illegal conduct. This was deliberate retaliation on their part, sir!"
"Don't tell me people call you Little Gordon?"
Li Jie shook his head slightly. "The West District does have a lot of problems, but that isn't grounds for questioning your superior. Uh... not that I'm really in any position to say that..."
"In the East End, your questions will get answers. But if it turns out you're in the wrong, you'd better be ready for a beating. Next, Tiago Perez."
The Mexican-American officer from earlier rose and saluted. "Present, sir."
Ugh...
Li Jie felt a headache coming on. Most of this guy's grades were B's and C's, but his simulated pursuit/obstacle course and endurance test results were surprisingly good. And the assessment read... a radical...
"Honestly, you'd have a bright future in Star City. Work hard. If you do well, maybe I can find some rich big shot to bankroll you."
He gestured for Tiago to sit and rubbed his temples. I've got it so damn hard.
"Mabaka Owen?"
"P-present... present, sir!"
An obese white man took two tries