It was clear that this kid was a fake, either a saboteur, a spy, or a deserter, audacious enough to impersonate the military within his own jurisdiction. He seemed to be an experienced offender, probably having succeeded many times before. But this time, he was unlucky and overly confident, crossing paths with the astute Captain Daggs. If he could be caught, it wouldn't only make the youngster pay for insulting him, but it would also secure a great achievement for himself, making promotion and medals no issue at all.
Feeling satisfied with his own judgement, just as Captain Daggs was about to signal his men to swarm over, the young man took a small booklet out of his coat pocket and threw it to Daggs. Catching the booklet and flipping through it, cold sweat swept across Daggs's forehead instantly.
"Francois Rene, Battalion Commander of the second-grade assault team..."
