I exited the office building, intending to head straight to the Union Station Metro stop. I could be home in less than 20 minutes. Heck, maybe less than 15 minutes. When I reached the street, I stood in the crowd of pedestrians waiting for the walk signal. A black Lincoln with essentially opaque windows pulled up to the curb just to my right.
“Major Swan!” My shoulders hunched in a combination of embarrassment and oppression. It was Col. McCarty. I headed over to the open door, trying unsuccessfully to ignore the stares of the other pedestrians. Hadn’t they ever seen anyone in this town get picked up in a shiny black car? I slid into the back seat, and the car began pulling out almost before I had the door shut.
“Colonel. It’s been a very long day. Please tell me you’re kindly taking me home so I could avoid the Metro.” I was unable to turn off the snark; I was too tired to fight my natural inclinations.
“No, I have a matter of some urgency....”
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