His recruitment office was becoming flooded by a parade of the useless, the incompetent and the impotent.
It was Leon Trotsky's wet dream... unfortunately, for Mendel, it was a potential PR nightmare that he would have to clean up if the pathetic lot of whelps got their hands on Coalition fighters.
He leaned past Alicia and depressed a button on the PA system.
"All Coalition Officers are ordered to enact code Teal..."
Alicia blinked at him, immediately scrambling for her gas mask, kept in her drawer.
Mendel flipped open an equipment locker, pulling out a pair of gasmasks, tossing them to Ian and Yuri.
Drawing out the last one, he pulled it on... as the great bolts on the main doors slammed shut with a diabolically ominous ring.
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