Overseas, she’d seen far too much of Libya and plenty of Iraq and Yemen from the air. Her Marine Expeditionary Unit—MEU—had gone on to Syria at the same time her requested transfer to HMX-1 had come through. She still felt bad about that. However, after the recent attack on the Presidential Motorcade, she was feeling less guilty. The President needed the best protection there was. That’s why the Marines were on the job.
But now she was a sole Marine—without the two thousand other Marines of her MEU—walking toward the most imposing facade in the nation’s capital. Perhaps in the world.
Walk like you own it!
Yeah right, Sergeant. It was an act of sheer will to remain upright despite her knees gone to liquid.
She held the line set by Colby. The South Portico with its twin sweep of stairs w
