They left the office by a back door and Hank was in unknown territory.
Silently his chief led him through busy corridors, each one identical
to the last, each sterile and cold in spite of the bustling. They came
to a marine guarded door, were passed through, once again obviously
expected.
The inner office contained but one desk occupied by a youthfully brisk
army major. He gave Hank a one-two of the eyes and said, "Mr.
Hennessey is expecting you, sir. This is Mr. Kuran?"
"That's correct," Twombly said. "I won't be needed." He turned to Hank
Kuran. "I'll see you later, Henry." He shook hands.
Hank frowned at him. "You sound as though I'm being sent off to
Siberia, or something."