mark walked out of the interview, arranged by the headmaster and the priest, the priest wasn't there but there was a young woman called lydia who had asked him the most confronting questions he had ever heard. what kind of job was this, he was spooked.
the whole thing sounded very extreme, they looked at scenarios and he was disgusted by them, found himself in conflict, he was a practising christian, this stuff was difficult digest, he was repulsed and inquisitive, he was revolted by the whole process so far but there was enough curiosity to keep going, three bloody interviews, each one becoming more like a personal interrogation and assessment of his limits until he felt like he hated the kids he would be working with and thought the best thing to do is to shoot them and be done with it. he had not even met them yet. 
he was a teacher, he would be allowed to use what methods he chose and his prime role would be the academic education of these children not the treatment. he could do that.
besides working for martin o hare and BOTS would be an honour, the man was a true christian, well technically a catholic, but none-the-less he was easy to admire. 
mark checked the time, he was late, his brother would be furious, the meeting had already started, possibly finished and mark was still a little shaken from the interview.
i can't recall the details but it concerned the labour party of which mark and his brother were active members and they were at a discussion on the industrial relationship between peter reith the then minister and the striking water front workers who were attempting to hold the city to ransom. reith had called in strike busters and things were getting ugly fast down on the waterfront, it was disheartening for the faction and strikers and when he finally arrived his brother looked dejected. they went across the road for a milkshake.
'so how did it go?'
'it was awful, i was so embarrassed.'
'what do you mean?'
'the questions they asked were disgusting.'
'like what?'
'like what would you do if you caught a boy masturbating in front of another boy.'
'jesus, that's kinda sick.'
'yeah i know.'
'what did you answer?'
'i said i'd call the police?'
'call the police! isn't that a bit strong?'
'well i was stuck for an answer, i didn't know what to say, so i said the first thing that came into my head but it turned out to be a good answer as it's classed as indecent exposure and against the law in public.'
'well at least you gave the right answer. what are you so worried about?'
'these kids have raped tortured and killed people, adults, other children and even animals. anything could happen in that classroom, anything.'
mikes brother sat there stunned.