The Father
With Beavers gone, we’re down to only 12 men. The only team with four men would be mine. With that in mind, I returned to the men. A thought had occurred to me that we would volunteer to try and find Price, but I chose not to. Seigers was still mourning his deceased friend. Victor and Mason knelt beside him, as they had served together.

“We found Price,” Hal approached us, “But not in the ideal state,”

“What do you mean?” Red asked.

“He’s dead,” Hal answered, “The shelling and machine gun fire had blown him away,”

“That figures. Now we’ll never know what they were all up to,” I joined in.

“We still have something,” Stubs appeared behind me.

“What is it, sir?” Hal asked.

“Identification papers. It might sound normal, but there were two of them,”

“I figure one of them was forged?”

“Yes, and it doesn’t match as well,”

“doesn’t match… how?” Red asked.

“It didn’t say that he’s 2nd SOD. It said that he was 18th Highlander, and his name was Matthieu Price. Now that can already mean
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