When you enter, ask the lady at the front desk to direct you to the B wing. If you are standing by the vending machine, my office is in third hallway on the right. It is marked with the Marine Corps seal. Walk down that hallway until you come to a door that says Gen. Berrigan.
-Missy
Glancing up from her note, Steve looked down the hallway. Each branch of the military was marked on the wall; army, navy, air force, coast guard, marine corps, and SHIELD. Steve resisted the temptation to walk through the army's wing and turned into the hallway Mississippi had directed him to. He was surprised by what he saw. He had thought that the Pentagon would just be a big office, but it really wasn't. There were doors every 10 or so feet on both sides of the wall, and maps between them. They were all poster sized and framed with a beautiful dark wood, although there wasn't any glass. Some of them were marked with pins or sticky notes. At the end of the hallway, a group of people wearing dress uniforms were clustered around a map of the middle east, pointing to different parts and talking in low voices. Steve realized that they were planning something.
It's kind of odd to think that the people planning everything that happens on the battlefield are safe here in Washington, not out on the field risking their lives with the rest of us, Steve thought as he walked down the long hallway, carefully scanning for Missy's door.
"If you're looking for Jenn, she's the last one on the left," said an older marine that Steve recognized from the Cabinet meeting.
"Jenn?"
"Sorry. General Berrigan. We call her Jenn sometimes as a joke."
"Oh, ok. Thanks," Steve said, grateful that he wouldn't have to check every door. Just as he finished thinking that, Mississippi opened the door and stepped out to join the planners. She handed them a piece of paper. Steve realized that she was the only woman in the group, and that she was by far the youngest. However, unlike President Proedros, no one here seemed to see her as anything but an equal. Well, maybe that's not quite accurate, Steve thought as one of the Marines pulled out the pins he had just finished putting in and motioned for Mississippi to replace them. These people are able to recognize that sometimes her ideas are superior.
"Great, I'll get the wheels rolling," Mississippi said. Then she nodded at Steve. "Come on Rogers. We've got a war to plan."