“We need an administrative room right away,” General Vance said, turning his full height toward her.

“Where is your concourse military liaison office?”

“Just around the corner, room 104,” she said, stepping forward to unlock a solid gray door set into the wall right beside the main service counter.

“You can use it as long as you need, sir.

It’s completely quiet in there.”

“Thank you,” General Vance said, taking the brass door handle from her and pushing the heavy panel open.

He turned back to the young Marine, slowly raising his right arm and pointing one thick, steady finger at the open doorway of room 104.