Southern Cross by Windstar

A half hour later, Julie emerged from the helicopter, shaky, but not too much worse for the ride.
Thankfully, she hadn't had to use her airsickness bag this time, but it had been close once or
twice. She truly had no problem with traveling by airplane, but helicopter rides were not fun at
all.
"You going to live?"
Julie groaned and resisted the urge to try and wipe the smirk off the Major's face.
I promised, Emie, I would be good. Sometimes though, being good sucks.
"Nice landing spot."
The police, who had roped off the intersection that they had used as a helipad, were watching
them with a mixture of awe and resentment. She decided she didn't even want to know how the
Major had gone about getting them to do that.
"Not too subtle though was it?"
The intersection in question had been located a half block from the front of the building that they
were headed towards. Gentech owned the top fifteen floors, and through a series of shell
companies, owned the rest of the building as well. A nice non-descript thirty-story skyscraper
didn't look much different from any of the others in the area.
"The point wasn't supposed to be subtle. We're here on official business, Julie. We're going in
with trumpets blaring. The rest of the team should have been in place an hour ago."
A glance at the four Marines in full battle-dress trooping behind them settled that point at least.
Yeah, I guess I can't be too subtle with these guys following me around everywhere.
The guards at the front desk barely had time to gawk at them as the Major flashed a badge and
strode right past them as if they were little more than statues. Julie did her best not to grin as one
of those guards tried to intercept her. Her Marine Honor Guards intercepted him smoothly, and
not so smoothly brushed him aside.
"I'm jealous, you got a badge?" she quietly muttered as she followed the major towards the banks
of elevators.
"Imperial Intelligence, all neat and fancy, I. I. People are already having fun with the acronyms."
Julie's shoulders were shaking as she made her way into the elevator behind the larger Major.
The four Honor Guards filled the rest of the large elevator, and her contingent leader, a large
fellow from Ohio named Chris Ryes, held up a hand to stop an accountant from following them
in.