Animal Behavior And Other Tales of Lycanthropy
““Game’s over, ladies!”
Marcus Wright stared down at the two blue ink spots in the center of his chest. Screwed up again, he thought.
“What the hell were you doing? Sleeping?” asked Squad Leader Harris as he came out of the surrounding bush. “Give you a simple task . . .”
You didn’t fare any better, he thought.
“How he made it this far I’ll never know,” said another squad member “The idiot’s been recycled twice. What do you expect?”
“Be careful, he might put a gypsy curse on you.”
Marcus just stood there and let his teammates vent; he was used to it by now. Since they learned of his heritage, diluted though it might be, they teased him with their prejudices.
“A true leader assumes responsibility for his men,” the opposing squad leader said.
“What’d you say? You gotta problem?”
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