The great flag of SRT wavered over two places. The parliament, of course, and the fancy victorian-styled office building across the street. On one side, the soldiers in red with large black fur hats, and right across the street stood the blue and yellow armoured modern soldiers. With G36C's in their hands, standing next to the entrance at attention while other soldiers marched on through the street. This street was about as filled with security as it could be. A dozen of men at least in this little part of the street alone.

An ARH Tiger flew over the skyline as Devon approached the office, further enforcing the feel of military power that was so present here in London. Recent crime waves and tensions due to a discovery in France. Exactly what this discovery was, was still unclear to the general public. but it was enough to have the army mobilise.

Entering the office, the place seemed quite busy. But Devon was in luck, one of the receptionists was just opening up, and already waving Devon to come over. "How can i help you?"

"That it is. ID please?"

The process was annoyingly bureaucratic, and took a good hour to process. But eventually, most of the paperwork was done. While technically an ex-con, the SRT didn't care much for criminal records, especially not with whatever developing news was out overseas. After another few hours, a transport arrived, carrying him alongside with some soldiers already there over to the local military base. He'd have to undergo a short training course to see what duties he was best fit for, as well as generally understand if he was fit for field work at all.

"Yeah. Aside from nearly dying, because someone forgot to give me auxiliary equipment. Otherwise, it's great," smiled Devon at her.

"Yeah, I encountered a really abnormal creature on my job. I fought a talking Satyr. I thought it'd be best to relay his words to someone important. What he said was... ominous."

Devon followed the secretary's directions.