Bjorn looked up from datapad in his hand, measured newcomer from head to toe and was rather impressed. This spy was well informed indeed, but he had missed several points about it. It was indeed hard to baffle mind of someone who was part of commissariat.
"Comrade, I must say I am intriqued by your bravery and whole arrogance of even showing up with only weak overheard informations."
With that two plasma sentry turrets behind the newcomer sprang to life and turned him into the paste.
"You see..." he told to pool of goo on the floor "Good lieutenant Arkady Borisovich Medenyev of 170th is missing an eye. And, even more, to use misheard name... Shame on you, spy... Also I am rahter curious about that People's Space Force you were talking about... Maybe I was not informed of new wing creation? Well, who would know..."
With that Bjorn spoke into intercom device on the table. "Comrade, send some bio waste folks to 1892 F", "Ja herr captain, someone is on ze way."
