Chapter 1 - The Silver EaglesI removed my hand from my pocket slowly.
Sterling watched me with a mocking smile, clearly expecting transfer papers or some pathetic written excuse.
Instead, I placed two silver eagles on the table.
They landed beside the ruined Salisbury steak with a soft metallic click.
Sterling’s smile vanished.
Sergeant Hayes raised his head. Private Miller stopped breathing. Across the room, chairs scraped as soldiers instinctively straightened.
“My name is Colonel Elena Vance,” I said. “Office of the Inspector General.”
Sterling stared at the insignia as if it were an unexploded grenade.
Then he laughed.
It was forced, loud, and desperate.
“That’s enough,” he said. “Impersonating an officer is a federal offense.”
“You’re right.”
I pulled my identification wallet from my waistband and opened it.
Sterling snatched it from my hand. His eyes moved across the credentials once, then again.
The color drained from his face.
For three months, I had lived among the lowest-ranking personnel at Camp Vora. I had eaten their food, slept in their barracks, and listened while frightened soldiers whispered about unexplained deductions from their paychecks.
I had seen recruits forced to purchase “mandatory equipment” from a company secretly owned by Sterling’s brother.
I had watched injured soldiers ordered to train without medical clearance.
I had recorded threats.
But Sterling had always been careful enough to let others carry out his worst orders.
Until today.
“Colonel,” Sergeant Hayes whispered.
I wiped the last streak of gravy from my cheek.
Sterling recovered enough to point toward the insignia.
“Even if that’s real, you were out of uniform. You provoked me.”
A few soldiers lowered their eyes again.
Sterling noticed.
Fear returned strength to his voice.
“You all saw her disobey a direct order!”
Nobody answered.
He stepped toward Miller.
“You saw it, Private. Tell her.”
Miller’s lips trembled.
I could see the battle inside him. His mother’s medical bills depended on his salary. One accusation from Sterling could destroy everything.
Sterling leaned closer.
“Tell her what happened.”
Miller looked at me.
Then at the bruise forming on my forehead.
“He attacked you, ma’am.”
Sterling froze.
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The first witness had finally spoken.
And one witness was all I needed to open the door.
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