"A Johannes Claus to see you, Comrade," Alicia stated, motioning for the recruit to go through into Mendel's office.
Mendel inclined his head, as he walked to stand behind the high table that dominated the room. Behind him the inner workings of the Trotsky's CIC whirring and blinking as it performed the complex actions of running the Coalition People's Warship.
He swept his greatcoat off, and glanced at the small palm computer he was holding in his hand. "I have your service record here from the Red Hessians, seems they had a choice either assign you to the fighter corps, or to the local brothel... they figured they'd get more work out of you sitting up than laying down... me I am not so sure. So, Comrade Claus," He smiled a broad, and dangerous smile. "What brings you to the lion's den today?"
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