Colonel H Stinkmeaner Novels & Stories

I cross my arms and raise an incredulous eyebrow at him. "I saw you in the locker room, Donovitch. Trust me, you don't need that much space." At that, all the Marines burst out in laughter. All of them, except for Donovitch, who just scowls at me, his scarred face darkening to brick red. "Quiet!" a baritone voice echoes, cutting through the laughter. "Enough of this horse shit." The pungent stench of tobacco smoke fills my nostrils as Colonel Fulgore steps to the front of the room. He is a brick with square shoulders and a severe, snow-white haircut. His jaw tightens as he chews on the stub of his ever-present cigar.

he asked. “Isn’t that the project under that recently retired colonel? Colonel Miller, if my memory serves me correctly, and if it’s supposedly going to be an apartment complex with exactly four hundred and one apartments,” Scarlet responded, recalling that she had heard Henry talking about the project a few weeks before everything went south.