“Is the rest of my squad still cleared to board, sir?” Corporal Mason Reid asked from his place by the wall.

“Your squad boards on schedule,” General Vance said.

“Lance Corporal Carter stays on the ground in Atlanta.”

Officer Knox flattened the confiscated boarding pass into the plastic pouch and sealed the top with his thumb.

“Travel privileges are officially revoked under administrative holding code four.”

Evan watched the plastic pouch disappear into Knox’s leather clip log.

A sharp rap of knuckles sounded on the frosted glass of the office door.

Officer Knox cracked the door two inches and looked out into the concourse.