After 20 years of serving in the Marine Corps, it was finally Sarge's time to take it easy. He was frugal with his money in the Corps and today was the big day: the grand opening of his barbershop "Sarge's". Now why would this seasoned Marine want to so badly open a barbershop? Well first a little background. When Sarge was in boot camp, he discovered he had the power to transform people. In a moment near the end of the Crucible of extreme exhaustion he had accidentally transformed one of his platoon mates into an almost perfect copy of their DI. Thankfully he was able to fix it instinctually before anyone actually noticed. But ever since he had slowly learned to perfect this ability, never being too obvious so to not draw notice. The more he practiced the more he realized he could mold people to his desire, both body and mind.
But he dared not do too much while it he Corps. Too many people around. But now that he was out of the Corps, he was free. And opening this barbershop gave him the perfect opportunity to work to transform the youth of today into productive members of society. This is why, after all, the barbershop had one-way windows. He could see out, but people could only somewhat see the outline of the interior from the outside.
Now seeing Sarge, you wouldn't doubt he was a military man. His salt-and-pepper hair was cut in a pristine high-n-tight and he wore a full BDU--blouse and trousers tucked into high gloss black military boots--with a nametag that simply stated "Sarge." Sarge had over an hour ago opened the shop, but still had yet to have his first customer. He stood at ease by his barber chair waiting for the first customer to come in and take him up on his "$5 Grand Opening Special".
A few minutes later a young man with dark brown hair that was long enough to almost cover his eyes entirely slouched by the shop slowly and turned to read the bright red sign advertising $5 haircuts. He paused for a second and then opened the door. Sarge smiled to himself internally. "Excellent," he thought. When the young man looked at Sarge more closely he almost turned around right there and left due to his military appearance.
"Hi. I just saw your sign for the $5 haircut. That can be for any type of haircut right, not just ones with clippers?" the youth asked nervously.
"Of course, any haircut you want," Sarge replied.
The man hesitated for one moment longer, and then took a step forward, "The names Sam," he said while reaching out his hand for a hand shake.
Sarge firmly shook his hand and replied, "Call me Sarge. Now what type of cut do you want."
"Just an inch trim and clean up the sideburns a bit."
Sarge simply nodded and pointed at the chair. As the man sat down Sarge thought to himself what he should actually do to this man.
He was young enough, so if he didn't want to make too many changes he could simply shave his head and get him started at the local military academy. 4 years of forced discipline without any breaks would do the youth good. He could even arrange it where the youth would have to return to Sarge's for his weekly haircut.
Or he could give him a flattop, always an excellent haircut for a motorcycle cop, he thought. He could use him to recruit other people to come get haircuts. Policing other people and keeping them out of trouble would be a noble option.
Or, he could give the youth Sarge's personal favorite--a high-n-tight. Sarge could use some more help in the shop certainly as well--cleaning up hair, polishing the mirrors, and just making sure everything stayed perfectly in order. Under Sarge's firm hand he would make a man out of this youth for sure.
Or... well Sarge did have other ideas he could explore as well.
Now just which to pick...