Nate Buchanan stepped into the main office of the Leeds Recruitment Centre, the central processing point for applicants to the Armed Forces.
"May I help you," asked the aide at the front desk.
"Uh, yes...I'm here to see Commander Goodmen about my application," Nate replied.
"Of course. One moment, please."
Within mere minutes, the door to the back office opened and an officer stepped out, looking directly at Nate as though he knew exactly who Nate was and why he was there.
"Greetings, Mr. Buchanan. Won't you come this way?"