"I'd take those two cents back. You'll need them to buy yourself enough motivation to get your equipment like both the C.O., and I, ordered."
"Shade humor. Not very funny.", Jacob replied, glaring at the Shade.
He walked towards the armory to grab the necessary equipment. He walked up the the requisitions officer.
"Give me a FAL rifle with an ACOG scope, Striker shotgun, and a few frag grenades.", he said bluntly to the officer.
He couldn't help but feel worried about the Shade. Sure, few things could instill fear into him, but Shades are on the border. He thought that showing them that he had no fear would allow them to respect him, but he's doubting himself. But he was not sour, he had no attitude, he was only bitter.
The funniest thing about this sentence is that by the time you realize it doesn't say anything it's too late to stop reading it.
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