One of the Men

[Thor]

Vimes looked at the red masked prime, then at the larger blond warrior. "Since both of you have decided to join the army I assume your tall friend..." He trailed off as he looked around the bar. The dark haired teen was missing and so was the horse. That was not good. A shady prime loose about the city. That was going to mean trouble later on. Vimes sighed. He just wanted some peace and quiet. "Well, you all have decided to join the army anyway. Mark here," He gestured at the guard whom had removed his helmet, "will take you to the barracks. You'll live there, train there and you will be deployed form there if and when we need you. Just so you know, it has always been when. Never if." 

With that the guard the commander had called Mark led them out of the bar and off down the main road. Thor smiled. He would be ready for the When. By his hammer he would be ready.