Standing back by the door, where he had slipped in unannounced. Commissar Mendel, chief adviser to the Premier, and head of the Coalition's Public Relations department stood with his hands in the pockets of his suit. The all access cards dangling about his neck, as a vein throbbed in his temple.
"What is this?" Mendel demanded, tilting his head to the side so that everyone could see his eyes boiling in unadulated fury. "The bloody Coalition Comedy-bloody-hour?"
He drew a rather large .60 automatic, "You want a joke Rassid?" he challenged, shooting the recruit in the back of the kneecap, before shooting out the other.
"You have five seconds to start dancing Comrade Useless Git, failing that I am going to be quite creative in turning you into a bloody joke..."
"Five..." the recruit Eric whimpered and writhed in pain.
"Four..." Mendel sighted in the pistol.
"Three..." The recruit began to panic and despite his pain is began to struggle the macerana...
"Two..." Mendel stated, not really approving of Latin dance.
"One..." he seemed genuinely surprised that the crippled youth hadn't broken out into a rendition of swan lake.
He shot him cleanly through the skull.
"Now that's funny," Mendel remarked, reholstering his pistol and moving on.
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