Chapter 2 - THE GENERAL’S COMMAND
The heavy oak doors of the courtroom seemed to groan under the sheer weight of General Vance’s presence as he strode down the center aisle.
His olive green uniform, adorned with a constellation of medals, caught the dim light like armor forged in the fires of a thousand battles.
Every eye in the gallery, previously fixated on the scandalous accusation, now pivoted to track the man who commanded half the nation's strategic forces.
The Accuser, still frozen in her dramatic pose, felt the blood drain from her face, her hand trembling as it hovered over the defense table.
The Defense Attorney, previously frantic and sweating, stood tall, his posture instantly aligning with the military decorum that now filled the room.
"At ease," General Vance rumbled, his voice low and resonant, carrying the kind of authority that silenced even the judge's gavel.
He didn't look at the judge; he looked directly at the Accuser, his steel-grey eyes dismantling her composure with a single, icy gaze.
The Defendant, the Officer, didn't move a muscle, maintaining her rigid, disciplined stance as if the courtroom were a battlefield outpost.
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"This court is currently reviewing classified material of national security importance," Vance announced, stopping just inches from the plaintiff’s table.
The silence that followed was absolute, heavy enough to choke the breath out of every person watching this political execution unfold.
