Chapter 4 - THE CLASSIFIED MEDAL CASE
Vance reached into his coat pocket and withdrew a small, leather-bound remote, clicking a button to activate the room’s private monitors.
The dark wooden display case on the officer's desk suddenly glowed, revealing the Purple Heart and the Silver Star nestled in blue velvet.
"You called her a fraud," the General said, gesturing to the box, "but these medals are not issued to citizens who do not exist."
The Accuser stumbled, her heels clicking nervously against the polished floor as she tried to maintain her smug, lawyerly facade.
"She could have stolen them," the Accuser countered, her voice rising in a desperate pitch that grated on the ears of the gallery.
The Defense Attorney finally smiled, a small, tight expression that spoke of long nights preparing for exactly this moment.
"Stolen?" the Defense Attorney asked, stepping forward to open the lid of the display case.
"These are keyed to her biometric signature, and they have been since the mission in the Levant," he explained clearly.
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The courtroom buzzed with a sudden, electric energy, as the gallery began to realize the scope of the conspiracy they were witnessing.
The Accuser’s face went white as she realized the depth of the trap she had walked into without a single warning.
