A heavily made-up woman in a skin-tight dress sashayed up to the desk.
"Hi," she purred. "I'm Mary-Sue."
She embodies all humanity's sins, Legato mused.
"Your skills?" he demanded.
"I can suck a golf ball through..."
"NO. Lethal skills."
She winked. "I'm deadly in bed."
Legato grimaced. "We require absolute devotion to our Master and his
cause. You're obviously in the wrong place. Good-day."
"What?!"
"If you cannot kill," Legato said calmly, "you are not qualified."
"This doesn't say anything about killing!" She jabbed at a small
classified ad.
'Wanted: Talented individuals to form the "Gung 'ho Guns.'

........

"WOLFWOOD!!!!!"