I pressed the tip of the pen hard into the cardstock and dragged it under the six letters, making a firm, heavy line beneath the word Morgan.

I capped the black pen and handed the clipboard back to the adjutant.

The ink was barely dry on the final pronunciation guide.

I turned away from the administrative desk and walked out to the second-floor balcony.

Sarah stood by the brass railing.

She rolled her shoulders back and pointed at the huge double doors below us.

“Target acquired,” Sarah said.

I stepped up beside her and looked down at the entrance.