Chapter 9 - THE JUDGE’S DECISION
The judge read the final pages of the document, his knuckles white as he gripped the heavy wooden desk.
"This trial is dismissed, and I am referring this entire matter to the federal prosecutor’s office," the judge declared loudly.
The gallery erupted in chaos, cameras flashing, journalists shouting questions, the room suddenly feeling like a riotous, crowded stadium.
The military police moved in, not to detain the Officer, but to surround the Accuser, their presence a wall of steel.
"I need to speak to my counsel!" the Accuser screamed, but her lawyers were already backing away, distancing themselves from the mess.
The Officer didn't look back; she gathered her display case of medals, her movements precise and military in their grace.
She walked past the Accuser, not even deigning to give her a single glance, as if the lawyer were beneath notice.
The General followed her, his boots echoing with the same rhythm, a pair of soldiers marching out of the wreckage.
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They exited the courtroom, leaving the Accuser alone in the center of the storm, her life effectively over.
The door clicked shut, sealing the fate of the fixer who had bet on the wrong target.
