Alvarez nodded with satisfaction at the papers. "Get below... and remember what happens if you mess up, Comrada..."
Walking back to the door, his eyes traveled to the headless corpse, then over to where Master Chief Byk sat, keeping a gun on a recruit.
"I am getting too old for all this loco-crap, homes," he rubbed a hand over his face. "An why do all these recruits look like they're lined up outside a soup kitchen? None of you ever heard of a shower, si, it has water... used for cleaning... nothing?" He rolled his eyes.
"Next one into my office doesn't die a slow, agonizing death!" he gestured at a recruit. "Hurry up, I don't got all day, esse."