"Hello General," Mat said, suppressing the instinct to salute the man. Well, half a dozen different instincts, each a different salute most from nations long dead. The young man that Mat hadn't spoken with yet managed to get out his name. "Takashi, is it? I'm Mat." The general shot him a puzzled look. "Long story." Mat said, "My real name's Mat. Well, I guess it wasn't that long now, was it?"
Elsewhere:
"So, you believe the Pentagon Assassin is in the city?" The police commissioner asked the man who had just come in. He had high level clearance, well above his pay-grade. "Yes," The man replied, with contempt. He constantly looked as if he were about to kill someone. It was unsettling. "You will relinquish all necessary resources for my department to conduct our investigation. The assassin must be found at any cost." The commissioner didn't like it, but with the war picking up this mysterious figure had high enough connections to compel him to cooperate. "Fine, who can I get authorization from?" "It's been approved by President Biden's newest aide, Mr. Mordreth."