An empty corridor would be less suspicious than one soldier looting the body of another. Tom dragged the guard into the room and shut the door, but only after making sure the lock wouldn’t reseal. He relieved the guard of his white helmet and Sam Browne belt, the MP brassard as well, and the sidearm. He left the gloves. He’d never liked the damned things. He didn’t take the rifle either; Military Police majors didn’t carry rifles.