Chief Richards looked up from some papers on his desk and his eyebrows popped. His eyes then scanned David up and down. “You had better rectify your aesthetics soldier. I need you in a uniform A-SAP!”
“Sir, I…”
“Listen David, I got a call at zero-dark-thirty by a lieutenant ordering me to a meeting when I should have been horizontal for another four hours. I’ve been here for seven hours already and you stroll in wearing mufti and no shoes?!?”
“Sir, my uniforms burned with my house this morning and I had to bum a drive to get here.”
“I don’t give a… oh, erm, well …find yourself one and be in the conference room at oh-nine-hundred …sharp.”
“Sir, yes sir.”
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Disjointed Jottings by Robert Smith (A.K.A. TyCobbsTeeth) 