They found the passport office in the ruins of Mogadishu and gave them out as new identity documents for a fee. The idea was that they would be recognised by militants at road blocks, rather than the United Nations militiary ID (below). It was a trick to get money, of course. It didn’t help at all. Sgt. Rocko, two finger typing, hadn’t come across an Angus before. I’ve been called many things before, but never Angut.