Chapter 3 - Sergeant Hayes Finds His Voice
Hayes turned sharply away from the serving counter, his heavy boots clattering across the linoleum toward the primary mess hall doors.
Two junior corporals standing near the entrance instantly blocked the exits, crossing their arms with stern expressions.
“Nobody leaves this room until Colonel Vance gives direct orders,” Hayes announced, his eyes locking onto several flinching junior officers.
Major Sterling stumbled backward half a step, colliding awkwardly against the metal frame of an empty dining table.
“You can’t do this over a minor scuffle with an undisciplined recruit!” Sterling protested, his voice cracking with sudden panic.
“Assaulting a superior officer in disguise is a court-martial offense, Thomas, but assaulting a private to hide your corruption is federal prison,” Elena stated.
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She stepped away from the ruined meal tray, smoothing down her stained fatigues with cold, calculated precision.
The hundred soldiers in the mess hall held their collective breath, watching the historic downfall of Camp Vora’s tyrant unfold in real time.
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