Previously, in BLACK DOOR: Garrett briefs the president…

They dismissed Garrett and Ratchic. When the two exited the room and pulled the door closed behind them, Ruiz waited in the hall.

"Right this way, Cap. And, uh, Mister Ratchic. We got bunks."

"I could kiss you, Ruiz," Garrett said as he fell in beside the private.

"Please, don't, sir."

Ruiz led them along one long corridor, dodging through knots of soldiers and civilians and the moving bulks of heavy-duty hand trucks. The building had a feeling of coming together, of everything arriving and directed to where it was needed. Crates, people, and shrink-wrapped pallets of furniture taxed privates and even sergeants on corridor traffic control duty. Garrett recog...

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