"I didn't ask for a story. Get our driver into a parking space and
keep him there." Stan turned to Mauson.
"All right. Get out."
He shepherded the man into the elevator and out again. In the hall, he
glanced around, then walked through a doorway.
A middle-aged guardsman looked at him inquiringly.
"Can I do something for you gentlemen?"
"Yes. We want to see the commander."