Hense turned away. He'd——
He took a step, then reconsidered. He had a better idea.
"This place," he said savagely, "has just plain gone to hell!" He stalked through the door.
The commissioner's amused voice followed him.
"Not yet," it said, "but it very possibly might, lieutenant. Don't forget to double your guard."
As the door closed, Jackson looked at Don, a smile wrinkling the corners of his eyes.
"Afraid you were just a little rough on him," he said. "He'll get over it, but it's pretty unsettling, you know." He shrugged.
"But you haven't introduced yourself. Special Corps?"
Don looked at him blankly, then shook his head.