Old Snakes Never Die
The elevator took Danny down to a level of the pentagon that was seldom seen and never acknowledged. As the ranger had promised, A sentry waited when the elevator door opened. The sentry, who could not have been anymore that 21 years old, saluted Danny out of respect and awe. Danny returned the salute, certain that he had scars on his body older than the soldier that was to take him to General Abernathy.
This way, Gunnery Sergeant, Sir.
Danny followed the sentry down a non-descript hall. There was nothing on the walls. They were bare and an ashen grey color. There was simply no one to impress. Interior decorators were not in demand in the top secret underground layers of the pentagon.
The sentry led Danny by a series of doors that featured no windows and were rather thick. Each door had a number and an intercom. otherwise they were the same. The only sounds that were heard were the clacking of boots from Danny and the sentry. The only light was provided from overheard lights, protected by cages, spaced apart every few feet. The dank smell of moisture permeated the air.