Master Chief Petty Officer Pavel Byk had been around.
He'd seen Admirals start out as rookies in a waiting room, just like that one.
He'd cleaned up after commissars, and executed a few of the unworthy.
A grizzled NCO, he'd been through wars, crashes, boarding actions, he'd served with Trotenkopft on his insane suicide missions, and lived to tell the tale.
That meant one thing.
Byk was one tough old goat.
The barrel of his breeching shotgun tapped the armed recruit that had entered the room on the back of the neck, twice.
"If you don't give me Gun, Comrade, I will redecorate wall with your brains. No one comes in here armed... and sometimes they leave without arms as well, da Durak?"
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