Chapter 2: The Domino Effect
The chaos that followed was not the screaming, panicked kind. It was the surgical, tactical kind.
Captain Miller’s lieutenants didn't even get a chance to reach for their sidearms before they were pinned to the floor by men twice their size. Miller himself found a cold, hard barrel pressed against the back of his neck.
"Captain Miller," a deep voice boomed. It was the man who had been dressed as a janitor. He wasn't a janitor at all; he was a Senior Special Agent with the Department of Justice. "You are under arrest for treason, embezzlement, and the illegal sale of classified defense infrastructure."
Miller was shaking, the bravado draining from him as he realized who was in the room. This wasn't local base security. These were federal assets—the best of the best.
The woman in the gray hoodie stood up. She wiped a smudge of sauce from her sleeve with calm, rhythmic movements. She didn't look like a victim anymore. She looked like the Commander of the operation. She pulled her earpiece out and tucked it into her pocket.
"The drive is secure," she said to the Agent. "Everything he said just now? Recorded. Every threat. Every admission. It’s all on the cloud."
Miller’s mouth hung open. "Who... who are you?"
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She walked over to him, her presence dwarfing his now-shattered ego. "I’m the person your internal auditors warned you about six months ago. The person you were too arrogant to look for. You weren't just stealing tech, Miller. You were selling coordinates for active deployments. You traded American lives for offshore accounts."
As they dragged him toward the exit, Miller looked around the room. He saw the faces of the soldiers he had bullied, the subordinates he had stepped on. Not a single one of them was sad to see him go.
