The same stocky, shaven-headed guard met them in the shadow of the lighter.

At the entrance to the lowest level, an armed guard met them.

The advancing guards met them halfway, and after a whispered exchange of words, they were taken onward.

The guard met her gaze for a moment and then looked down.

Two more guards met them by the boiler-house.

The two guards released her arms and met him halfway.

Armed guards met the party on the airfield and escorted them to a concrete building.

But he had led the demon-kin to Maubreche, where the two guards would never have met them otherwise.

A human guard met us, took us into an adjoining room, sat behind a desk, and asked our reasons for taking the tour.

At the ship's ramp, an armed guard met them.