"I'm not- you don't- Nisam početnik." You stated firmly, the muzzle of the rifle leveled with his head, a foot still inside the cell block where the DARPA chief's corpse lay. He'd called you a rookie and you'd attempted to respond but your English and stutter had gotten the better of you. His face was painted with confusion, he looked you over a few times. Biting the inside of his lip as he ran through a couple mental translations before eventually coming up empty and replying: "Come again?"