Three Decades of Pretending Come to an End in a Military Holding Cell
A red light flashed on top of the device.
He frowned and scanned it a second time.
The same red light blinked in the morning sun.
“Is something wrong, Corporal?” I asked.
“System says this ID is invalid,” Brandt said.
“It’s spitting back an error code for a rank discrepancy.”
The defense database was in the middle of updating my profile for the September fourteen promotion ceremony.
“I’m currently scheduled for a change of command,” I said.