SCRA Recruitment Centre

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Gorodetsky watched his trainee Commissar speaking to the applicant on a viewscreen. The fool believed that the youth, who could count the amount of times he'd ever shaved on one hand, most likely, was himself. He didn't know whether to be insulted or honoured. Maybe he looked younger than he thought?

Never mind, he thought, activating his communicator.

"Lieutenant, please put on your gas mask."

The Lieutenant Commissar donned a full face mask as the door bolted shut. Yop Solo hadn't a chance as he began to hear faint hissing sound. The colourless gas quickly had him convulsing on the floor, dying within several minutes, the junior officer sitting timing it with his watch.

"Experimental gaseous weaponry proves to be little more effective than early twentieth century variants, sir," he offered on his mic.

"It still killed him, didn't it?"

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