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."
The guardsman smiled. "Well, now, perhaps—"
Stan looked at him sternly.
"I've had my quota of runarounds today. I said we want to see the commander. Now, all you have to do is take us to him. Move!"
The smile faded. For an instant, the man seemed about to rebel. Then he turned.
"This way," he said evenly. He led the way through a large room, then tapped at a door on the other side.
"Yes?"