The car slowed. A guard was flagging them down at the building entrance. Stan touched a window control.
"Stand aside, Guardsman," he ordered. "We're coming in." He flicked the window control again.
"Keep going, driver," he ordered. "You can let us out inside. Then find a place to park, and wait."
Another guard came toward them as the car rolled to a stop.
"Hey," he protested, "this is—"
Stan looked at him coldly.
"Which way to the Guard commander's office?"
The man pointed. "Elevator over there. Fifth floor. But—"
"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."