“It’s a real honor to meet you, sir. I’m Gunnery Sergeant Morton Potashnick. They call me Morty P.” He pointed at a clutch of four or five other Marines standing around behind the bullet-resistant glass of Post Number One. “Those people are supposed to be off-duty but they all wanted a chance to meet you.”
“Well, thanks, but this visit is supposed to be low-key.” Shake glanced around nervously, smiling at several other visitors who seemed curious about the special treatment. He lowered his voice to a whisper. “I’m just here on a tourist visit, old stomping grounds, you know?”
“No problem, sir. “If you’ll just come with me.” Gunnery Sergeant Postashnick snapped back into duty mode and escorted Shake through the entryway without any further scans or checks. As he passed the waiting Marines
