SCRA Recruitment Centre

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Relieved that the chaos was once again over, Mendel returned to the coffee pot, picking bits of shrapnel out of the coffee grounds as he remade the pot, looking at the weary, battered looking recruits as they tried frantically to get the foil wrap off of their documents.

He chuckled maliciously, as he glanced at Alicia. "I see these muppets have the standard brain capacity required for the fighter corps. I supposed I should look on the bright side, I don't have to raise my already considerably low expectations, it would make things expensive at Christmas time..."

Alicia looked at last years Christmas card from the commissar, pinned to the cork-board, a picture of Mendel done up like the Grinch pointing at the holder. "Merry Christmas you half-witted bastard child of a Primusian Moncheechee monkey and a rock with a smiley face painted on it."

"Yes, I can see how that would get expensive," she muttered dryly. "Though it would save you on the yearly Christmas bonus of coal..."

"Fuel is very expensive on Volgograd these days," Mendel retorted. "That lump should have kept you warm for at least half an hour... ingrate."

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