Two men talked earnestly in an efficient-looking room at the end of one of the more intricate mazes in the Pentagon Building. Neither wore a uniform but the younger man called the other sir, or chief, or general.
"We've established definitely that Sergeant Cort was on that train, have we?" the general asked.
"Yes, sir. No doubt about it."
"And he has the item with him?"
"He must have. The only keys are here and at the other end. He couldn't open the handcuff or the brief case."
"The only known keys, that is."
"Oh? How's that, General?"
"The sergeant can open the brief case and use the item if we tell him how."
"You think it's time to use it? I thought we were saving it."
"That was before Superior defected. Now we can use it to more advantage than any theoretical use it might be put to in the foreseeable future."