Deadly Sins, Part Seventeen
Continued from Part Sixteen Snyder stared at the seventeen-year-old private seated across the conference table from him. He slid a report across the desk. “Care to explain this, Mardman?” Mardman peered down at the Iboard. “Looks like my performance ranking.” “It looks like garbage. You were playing Helicopter Commando so vigorously, you let this report…