The building they entered was quite old, but looked sturdy enough. It was sort of the headquarters of the base and Sheila spotted Sgt. P.L. Hogan engraved on a faded nameplate on a large door to one of the rooms. That was probably the Sergeant's office. She looked around. Several other doors in the hallway had similar faded nameplates. The farthest one had the word 'Accounts' on it. That was her office, she deduced. The place was not as bad as she thought it might be from the outside. This Sergeant had this place in working order and it seemed like he was the only one there.
The man unlocked the door to his office and held the door open for her. She walked past him, bumping slightly against his chest. It felt like she bumped into a pillar of stone.
"Take a seat, Corporal." He told her an
