SCRA Recruitment Centre

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"Who the hell authorised you to speak to recruits, Lieutenant Kautsky?!" yelled the duty Commissar as he stormed into the room.

"Sir, I'm Lieutenant Klein, not Kautsky..."

"Don't talk back to me you son of a bitch! You still aren't authorised! You'll be mining salts for the next ten years if this carries on, you pathetic dog!"

The officer saluted, sweating profusely, then vacated the room at top speed before the Commissar could draw his pistol.

The true recruiter then put on a cruel smile.

"You," he pointed at Kalaishvek, "should have fled with Kautsky."

Before a response could be given, which would probably have been a correction to tell him that the officer's name was Klein, Commissar Gorodetsky emptied a high calibre round into the man's chest.

Gorodetsky pushed a small button on his communicator,

"Kautsky, get back here. Bring a mop."

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