A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit

I did not ask what I already knew.

“The promotion Colonel Harmon offered you is void,” Vance said.

“If you want Master Sergeant, you’ll earn it before a board, not in a hallway.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“What about my soldiers?” I asked.

“Dewitt and Salas.”

Vance put her glasses back on, then took them off again.

“No charges.