Chapter 4: The Showdown at Headquarters
Two days later, the operation moved to the Pentagon. This wasn't a raid with guns drawn; this was a raid with subpoenas, digital forensic teams, and enough federal power to shake the foundations of the building.
Maya stood in the office of General Vance. He was a man with medals covering his chest and a smile that didn't reach his eyes. He sat behind his mahogany desk, looking unbothered as the federal agents swarmed his office, securing the servers and the hard copies.
"This is an overreach," Vance said, his voice smooth and authoritative. "I have clearance above your pay grade. You have no idea what kind of mess you’re making."
Maya walked toward the desk, placing the decrypted flash drive down. "I think I have exactly the right idea, General. We have Miller’s confession. We have the wire transfers. We have the clearance logs. You approved the 'oversight' that allowed these shipments to go out. You didn't just look the other way; you signed the manifests."
Vance’s smile finally faltered. He looked at the drive, then at Maya. "You’re a clever girl. But do you really think you can take down a General? I have friends in the White House. I have friends in the press. You’ll be ruined by morning."
"That’s the thing about friends in high places, General," Maya replied. "They only stay friends when you're useful. Right now? You’re a liability."
She signaled the door. Two men walked in—not federal agents this time. They were internal affairs officers from the Joint Chiefs of Staff.
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"General Vance," the lead officer said, his voice solemn. "You are relieved of duty effective immediately. Turn over your badge and your sidearm."
Vance slumped back in his chair. The fortress he had built was crumbling around him. The "friends" he relied on were already distancing themselves, deleting their digital footprints, and scrambling to save their own careers.
