He, for once in his life, was nervous. The atmo in the room was tense, the officers were serious, and the amount of death he could smell was...astounding. However, he felt prepared, and followed the Commissar into the room. Nickoli steeled himself for the questions that could change his life. He nodded at the woman at the desk as he passed.
"Hello Commissar."
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