I shut the laptop and walked straight across the gravel compound.

The morning sun beat down on the top of my cap.

Two privates stepped out of my way as I pulled open the heavy canvas door.

Vance sat behind his oak desk.

He had a thick manila folder in his left hand.

The air conditioner rattled in the window frame.

A map of the province covered the wall behind him.

He tapped a metal pen twice on the oak desk.