Mendel arched an eyebrow at the gangling man trying to escape the recruitment center.
The four marines behind him were equally unimpressed by the botched display of the hundred meter dash. They demonstrated their displeasure by leveling their carbines at the funny little man.
Mendel wasn't in the mood for gangly little men.
"Back in the room," he commanded, drawing a cigarette out and tucking it into the corner of his mouth. He sounded like a man you didn't want to question. The kind of man that enjoyed divulging a person's innards at their grandmother's Sunday dinner table.
He didn't like muppets, and he certainly didn't like it when they tried to get away.
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