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"I'm in, whatever it takes", Mill said without any hesitation. "Sounds like something that needs force of many to get things through, and I'm always open for suggestions for more and better equipment."

Mill turned in to the diner, awed at the fancy sign and then turned the vehicle off. "Well, I've gone through plenty of trials, periods and whatever. Just tell me what to do next so I can become a productive member."
He stepped out of the vehicle, made sure his communcations were on him and then turned to look at Wang. "Oh yeah, this looks like it'd offer something eatable."

"Lead the way, Wang", Mill smiled and remembered the days of Aekea, when he had done cookery for colonel Oaken. He was a decent cook himself, but exploring the shores unknown had always been of his interest. "Let no chip be uneaten, like my sister says..."

Mill couldn't resist the age-old joke. "Food?"
After a moment he corrected: "I'll take whatever you want to have. I have no allergies, so no worry whether I'll choke after a bite."

Mill laughed when he herd the order. He liked some mild Trulian sauce in his foods, but eating jalapeno subs wasn't a deed he often, if at all, performed. This would be an interesting experience. "I'll go take us a table, m'kay?"
He walked to the coffee dispenser, poured some to a large mug and took a large vessel of Sprite. Then he decided to take a table he had noticed from the corner of his eye.

"...and then he was totally like... Hey!" a young zit-face said and made a murderous look towards the newcomer, until noticing the blue uniform, armament and badge. "Hey kids. Mind if I take a look at that paper-bag of yours?"
"Of course! Do ya coppe' have a warrant for dat?" rather slutty looking bimbo asked with a nasal tone that instantly annoyed Mill.
"According to Barton state laws any police officer who legally holds classification A of service is eligible to do random check-ups on suspicious vehicles, bags and other civilian material."
"Please don't there's my mama's underwear there..."
Mill acted like he was being frustrated. "Hard, clinking stuff? I doubt."
After a moment of hearing ever-worsening explanations Mill rolled his eyes and pointed at the door. "Get lost, now!"

Empty table, warm seats and a big cup of lemonade. Mill was content to wait for Wang.

"Listen", Mill lifted his finger while grabbing an offered sub, "there's never a thing called 'off-duty'. Besides, we needed the table, right?" he said and took a bite of the meal. As suspected, at first it felt like nothing, but then the spice hit in. "Dear lords..." Mill gasped, but kept chewing. As usual when dealing with chili, his eyes started running water.
After a moment he took another bite and leaned backwards against his chair, eyes still running. "It looks pretty awful, but I'll be allright."

Mill couldn't help laughter. "Thanks for the heads up."
Slowly, but inevitably, he evaporated the sandwich, drank the coffee and started to enjoy the coke. His mouth burned immensely, which brought an interestin flavour to the cold Sprite. "Oh, that was an experience."