Chapter Twenty-Two
Denton strode through Grand Central terminal. The only sounds around him were the quick tramp of boots across the marble floor as his Blue Berets moved in. He looked up at three arched windows making up most of the wall of the main concourse. Above them, a large American flag was hanging, stripes down.
He recalled the first time he’d set foot here, as an OSS agent. The three windows were in that time three panels. They were hand-painted with government-sanctioned murals. Under them, in big bold letters: BUY DEFENSE BONDS AND STAMPS NOW!
Grand Central terminal had been evacuated upon his arrival, save for a lingering few staff who he’d spoken with upon entering. They were eager to join the rest of New York City’s residents in the mandatory evacs, happy to hand responsi
