An atmosphere of unease hung heavy in the air and settled like a fog around him. He’d sensed it when he first arrived at the building, and it had followed him to the third floor. It was quiet… no, not just quiet… it was depressingly quiet.
The Corporal did not speak directly to Chap. Instead, she pressed a button on an intercom and announced his presence to her superior.
Lieutenant Colonel Frederick W. Baxter was a big man. Seated behind a huge desk, his body filled the high-backed, leather-bound chair. When he rose, and offered his hand to Chap, he stood well over six feet tall. Aged somewhere in his mid-fifties, Chap guessed, the Colonel presented an imposing figure. His hair was thick, but cut short at the sides in what Chap could only describe as military style. It was a look Chap re
