“I’d love to see it,” the Second Lieutenant countered.
“Alas,” Marc said. “Duty calls. Still, if you bring one next Thursday around two in the afternoon you might get your wish. We’re putting on a talent show assuming the front stays quiet.”
“Really?”
“Oh yes,” Marc said. “Murphy here has the voice of an angel. We could even do a song and dance.”
Murphy was so confused by this exchange that he simply nodded. Smart man.

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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