Chapter 3 - The SEAL Realizes His New Commander Is Elena
Miller’s jaw dropped open, his eyes darting frantically between Captain Vance and the scuffed boots on my feet.
“C-Colonel...?” Miller stammered, his voice cracking with sheer, unadulterated panic as the reality of his mistake washed over him.
“You just physically assaulted the senior operational director assigned to oversee your entire incoming deployment,” Captain Vance noted coldly.
“Sir, I... I thought she was just a civilian traveler who wandered into the restricted zone,” Miller pleaded desperately.
“A civilian traveler carrying Tier-One clearance codes and commanding the joint task force you were assigned to?” Vance scoffed.
I brushed the remaining coffee drops from my sleeve, stepping forward with an expression of icy, calculated calm.
“You judged a book by its cover, Petty Officer, and it’s going to cost you more than just your pride,” I said quietly.
Miller’s knees buckled slightly, realizing he had just ruined his career within thirty seconds of meeting his actual boss.
“Report to the base commander’s office in San Diego within twenty-four hours for immediate administrative review,” Vance ordered.
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Miller saluted with a trembling hand, turning on his heel and fleeing the lounge like a disgraced recruit.
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