Chapter 5 - THE SCAR’S STORY
The Officer, the Defendant, finally moved, her hand coming up to touch the jagged, silver-white scar on her collarbone.
"You want to know where I was when the base fell?" she asked, her voice calm, devoid of any emotional trauma.
"I was holding the detonation trigger while the rest of the extraction team fled into the mountains," she revealed quietly.
The gallery gasped; the Accuser looked like she had seen a ghost rising from the very floor she stood on.
"I didn't lose my service record to fraud," the Officer continued, her eyes locking onto the Accuser’s terrified gaze.
"I lost it to a classified black-ops protocol designed to erase any evidence that the mission ever existed," she stated.
The Defense Attorney handed a folder to the judge, his movements deliberate, his eyes fixed on the crumbling Accuser.
"This is the official Department of Defense authorization for her current status," the attorney said, his voice ringing with victory.
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The General took a step back, letting the truth wash over the courtroom like a rising, inevitable tide.
The Accuser looked around, seeing the exits blocked by military police who had quietly filed into the back of the room.
