A Marine's Story Part 12 "The Final Door Is Opened..." Drake stood, with both pistols raised, and watched Joe’s desk for any sign of movement. It had been over five minutes since either had said anything. “Still thinking there, Joe?” “Yes sir, I am.” Joe replied, his voice sounding not as frightened as it did before. He might have something. “Take all the time you need, son. I don’t got anywhere to be.” Drake smiled. He saw the contents on top of the table shift somewhat. But before he could venture a thought as to what Joe did, his lieutenant said, calmly, “Alright sir, wanna see my plan?”