Mendel walked out of his office, looked at the man blocking his way to the coffee maker.
It was the one thing you just... didn't do...
Get between Mendel and his coffee...
When things finally settled, Mendel was sipping a mug of coffee, standing over the recently clubbed Ichiro, who had the misfortune of being brained by the same coffee mug that Mendel was now using to drink his coffee.
He looked at the shocked recruits staring at his sudden, homicidal out break.
"It's Gold Blend," he said with a shrug. "He wouldn't appreciate it."
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