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>marine Friend
The corporal simply nods in response, driving down Kingsroad past the rail station until finally halting at the entrance gate of the capital's Marine Corps garrison. You step out from the staff car, approaching two guards stationed at front – both bearing shouldered rifles who nod acknowledging your presence whilst sparing your uniform and unit insignia only cursory glances as you proceed.
Given that base isn’t particularly large but sprawling enough to necessitate time-consuming search for locating someone specific; you decide to head straight for a prominent administration building situated at the heart of the facility. Upon entering, a sole marine sitting behind a desk registers your arrival. “Hello Sir! How may I assist?" he enquires; mostly a toothless smile suggesting a life potentially spent in alot of brawls - not surprising since marines supposedly recruit heavily from the prison population. Responding with a courteous smile of your own, you pose the question: "Could you please tell me if Captain Norton is available currently?”
The marine looks through a log book for a moment before speaking up. “He's the officer of the day actually Ill go get him” it only take a few moments before your old friend comes into the office. You had met the man for the first time on Beville five years ago when his unit was the first group to relieve your encircled company at a captured anti aircraft gun.
He smiles wide missing both of his front teeth “Edmund! My old friend, what is it you've come to see me about?”
>figure out where he stands politically
>ask the status of the navy
