The corridor outside the restricted armory wing at Naval Amphibious Station Harbor Point was polished enough to reflect rank.
Brass nameplates shone beneath fluorescent light. Navy officers moved through the hall in pressed uniforms and polished shoes, carrying folders, coffee cups, and the easy arrogance that grows in places where authority is worn visibly every day. The building was used …
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