Until they gave him names to work with, he would settle on L, M, and R. It seemed to fit the theme of this cloak and dagger thing these three had going for them. Even if they lack the accent to really sell it.
“Commander Smythe…” R said, “Smarten up.”
In his mind these men should have done their homework or at least learned to read. The other two were remaining quiet, waiting patiently for Smythe to acquiesce before moving on. We are going to play it like that?
“Yes, Sir,” Smythe said, while his jaw muscles bulged. They expect a show; I’ll give them one.
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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