"The Navy?" Duke replied, trying to figure out if it was a trick question or not.
He studied the menu-thing, then waved the waitress down,
"I'll have the steak, between to halves of a loaf of bread, with lots of salad and stuff in it" he requested,
"You want a giant... steak sandwich? Okay... fine." she replied, chewing her gum in annoyance...
He took another sip of water as she left.
"Yeah, recruit stage, brand new Executioner, though I spent five years in the LSF, so It's rather unnessesary to go through training..." he said, slightly perplexed.
He shifted in his place, the seating creaking and complaining....
