The S3 shows his war face.
THE S3 SHOP, after 1600 — In a moment of honesty that the rest of the organization was not ready for, the S3 has shared his sincere thoughts: He wishes you were all dead.
The events leading up to the explosion are still unclear, but the S3’s eruption of honesty was loud enough for witnesses in other parts of the building to hear.
“Fucking Hell!” he began. “Can I get just one email that isn’t a RECLAMA? How about an email from literally anyone answering literally any of the questions I’ve asked them? Is that too much? Is that too much, Johnny? I hope you and everybody in this goddam outfit fucking dies. Dies. Of something horrible.”
Johnny, an Army captain caught in the unfortunate crosshairs of the S3 at simply the wrongest of times, made vague, noncommittal gestures, before he snapped to parade rest as the S3 continued.
“You come here and you tell me that you didn’t read your email, but I know you did, Johnny!” said the S3, “I know you did because I don’t trust …
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