It had been three days since that mysterious event that occurred in Ouren. However, it didn't faze Captain Derby, but it did concern him. If he believed the reports from Able Company, they were fighting monsters that shouldn't exist. After all, monsters don't exist, but the evidence supported it. Bodies of mangled Germans were enough to tell Kurt there was something at hand, but he couldn't put his finger on it. There was the possibility that the Germans were using propaganda, but Johnny wasn't quick to believe that pile of garbage. Then he recalled the last piece he read in his report, the request for two P-47s armed with rockets. They were the only ones he could think of that also supported Lieutenant Vastano's claim about these monsters.

This thinking was too much, better to find some scotch to clear up the old cobwebs in his mind. Surely, Monte Durante had some hidden in his belongings. That man knew where to keep his things.

As the old veteran walked into the tent, he found a man bring a bag onto the table. However, Kurt recognized who it belonged to.

Monte Durante

Seeing this man dig through his belongings was enough to call him out. "What the hell are you doing?!" He was angry this man had the galls to be so indecent, but he recognized the rank and the person when he revealed himself.

The fresh face looked up from Monte's bag with a smile. "Captain Derby, what a pleasant surprise to see you. What brings you here at this time?"

"Captain Shepard, I thought you were with Edwards at Ouren?" He discreetly grinded his teeth.

"Well, Vastano and Edwards have the situation at Ouren taken care of." Shepard replied as he took off his helmet and placed it beside the officer's belongings. "I was simply here admiring the logistics for officers."

"Why are you going through Monte's belongings?" He questioned.

"Do you remember Italy? Of course you don't, you and Monte were enjoying yourselves after he stole from me. So here I am, returning the favor. It's not like he'll be back anytime."

"That doesn't mean you should go through an officer's stuff. You should know better."

The younger man scoffed at his statement. "I should know better? I've been the perfect candidate, but then the misfit shows up and ruins everything. I should have been running the show, not him. He shouldn't qualify for an officer."

Kurt shook his head. "Get out." He stated.

"What did you say?"

"I said get out." The veteran quietly answered. "I'm giving you ten seconds to leave this tent before bring a stick of dynamite and shove it so hard up your ass, you would be praying to Saint Peter."

Captain Shepard chuckled at the threat. "You can't do that to me. We hold the same rank. I don't have to follow orders from you."

"Until I think you're ready to be an officer, we are not peers. Now get out before I kick your sorry ass that the rest of the camp will hear you cry for your mama."

The officer removed his hands from Monte's belongings as he snatched his helmet and walked towards the exit. "I find it hard to believe that a man of your caliber would defend such a commie. To bad you're too old to be useful to the Army anymore." Then he slipped out of the tent and left Derby to his own devices.

Kurt was quick to come to Monte's bag and began to unzip the bag open. There he found a bottle of scotch on the left end of the table. "Damn idiot thinks he's competent to lead men. He wouldn't last long in the trenches." He quietly spoke to himself as he grabbed the bottle. Monte would not hold it against him for drinking his bottle. After all, he was his mentor. Before the old man could close his bag, a glimpse of a strange object caught his attention. "What's this?" He asked to himself.

There was a ball covered in paper wrappings with a note tied to it.

Strange golden ball with markings. I don't know how I got this, but bring it to Major Blackmore ASAP.

"Monte, what are you hiding in this bag?" He whispered to himself as he placed the bottle of scotch on the side and began to unwrap it. With the last bit of wrapping paper discarded, Captain Derby found himself intrigued about this strange item. The markings were unlike any he had ever seen before. One-half was rough and the other half was smooth. "I better tell the Brit about this."

Captain Derby began walking into his tent with Monte's bag, zipped, in one hand while the bottle of scotch was in the other. The Office of Strategic Services needed to see this at once and the priority shouldn't matter if he reserved the officer's belongings for him. Perhaps it would help find him in the future. "This will get Pierre's attention."