The woman in the back had dual monitors and there was a HP Laserjet sitting behind her. The back wall had an American flag and framed picture of the General. He looked constipated.
"Is this where I need to check in?"
Corn Fed looked me up and down and said "Let me guess. You're a fed. No." He held up his hand "I got it. You're the Lone Ranger." He thought that was pretty funny and while he was checking the woman out to see if she laughed I reached over my shoulder, grasped Sword, pulled it up, out, and down so I could grip it with both hands and whipped it down into the wood of the desk he was sitting behind. The zing it made as it cleared the scabbard was a clear and beautiful sound. A mix between a hiss, crystal being tapped, and the cry of a woman. Once upon a time it had been the equivalent of a shotgun being racked. What it did to the top of the desk was just as brutal as a 12 gauge round.
Corn Fed fell backwards in his chair and on his ass avoiding it. Just as well. If he hadn't he might of ended up circumcised. I switched to a one handed grip on Sword and in the silence following said "No. I'm a US Marshall and you're an asshole." Then I smiled at the woman who was now on her feet with her hand on the butt of her weapon.
Corn Fed was coming off his ass in a hurry. I looked at him and said "Don't." He was going to anyway but the woman's curt "At ease Larry" stopped him. He was breathing heavy, flushed red and staring hate at me. I just grinned at him. I was getting ready to say something smart when she cut me off with "I'm going to bill your agency for that desk."
"Get a metal one next time. For Larry heres sake."
"Fuck you fed boy." Larry didn't want to let it go.
Sharply this time she told him "Go outside. Take a break." When he hesitated she added "Now!" The "Now!" snapping like a whip. Larry twitched from the sting, then he moved, bumping me as he went out the door.
"Okay. You done?"
"Yeah." I paused "So am I in the right place?"
She took a deep breath, tried to smile and decided not to, instead she told me "Yes. Come on over here."