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The entrance to the FBI Academy wasn’t as daunting looking as he imagined. Still, there were lots of reinforced concrete barricades, and the Marine guards at the gate didn’t help to diffuse the ominousness of the place. Automatic weapons clung to the soldiers’ chests. Cade pulled up to the guard station and lowered the window.
“Yes, sir, how can I help you?”
Cade held out his driver’s license. “My name’s Cade Williams. I’m here for graduation at the Academy. I should be on the list.” The guard glanced across the interior of the car, then at the driver’s license. He handed the license to another guard who disappeared into the guard shack.
“Would you mind popping the trunk please, sir?” It was more of a command than a question. Once in the trunk, the guard waved a digital device aroun
