Being a nurse for KorTac wasn’t the worst. Salary was good, you got free lunches, but there was something that always bothered you.

The Colonel.

That man drove you crazy. For whatever reason, he came to you for the smallest of things. A paper cut, a stomachache. Anything you can think of. And here he was again, standing in front of your office.

“Hallo. How does eins say… Injury?” Said the man, holding up his hand with a large gash on it.