The Guardsman was seriously beginning to lose his patience. He never was good for all that waiting thing, as he was the kind to want everything at the moment he wished. And he couldn't have picked a worse time for coming to the restaurant : he arrived at the rush hour. The lanes for accessing to the counter of the restaurant were dozens of yards long, despite the fact that all the registers were open. The Burger Marines were doing as fast as they could, but a long period of wait was still necessary for the customers.

And the Guardsman had already been waiting for 20 minutes.

That was it. He couldn't bare this anymore.

« Oh, to the Warp with that ! Screamed the Guardsman as he was turning his back and beginning to get out of the lane. I'll just go pick some... »

DAKKA !

A bolter round in the forehead put a quick stop to his plan.

Every customer and Burger Marine stopped what they were doing for looking at the Commissar who shot the Guardsman. He seemed to be as surprised as everybody else to see the smoking Bolter pistol in his hand. He glanced in every direction, having the same look than a teenager caught by his mother watching a porn holotablet, before cackling uneasily, using his free hand for rubbing the back of his head.

« Hehe... Sorry... Force of habit... »