Mendel leaned down to look at the recruit that was fluttering on the very limits of human endurance. Producing the pocket respirator he kept on hand, he slipped it into the youth's mouth, roughly pulling him up and pushing him back into a chair.
"Impressive," which through the gas-mask's respirator sounded an awful lot like Darth Vader.
"You get one more chance." There was a pop as Marshall exploded into a splash of goo.
Mendel looked down at his goo stained uniform, sighing. "Next time I go with a biological agent that isn't so... messy."
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