"I missed it," Damian whispered. "I waved him through. If you hadn't been there..."
Damian opened the book. It wasn't a manual. It was a list of dates, license plates, and single sentences. July 12, 1988 - Watermelon. Rocks inside. Sept 5, 1991 - Frozen chickens. Diamonds in the ice. Feb 20, 1999 - Coffin. Passenger was alive.
"Open the trunk," Marek interrupted.
"I have three months until I retire," Marek said. "I have three months to turn you into the kind of paranoid, suspicious, untrusting bastard who doesn't believe that a box of paper is just paper."
"Out of the car, citizen," Marek barked. contraband police trainer
"Everything looks clean, Captain," Damian said, straightening his back. He turned to his superior, Sergeant Marek.
The story above highlights the intense and nuanced role of a . In the real world (and in simulation games centered around this theme), the trainer’s role goes far beyond simple instruction. "I missed it," Damian whispered
Max out your base immediately to see the end-game layout.