Chapter 4 - Formal Disciplinary Action Begins Inside The Military Lounge
Captain Vance gestured toward a quiet corner booth near the floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooking the tarmac.
“Let’s review your transport manifests before your flight departs, Colonel,” Vance suggested, pulling out a secure leather folder.
“Thank you, Captain. Miller’s lack of situational awareness is precisely why our upcoming theater deployment requires strict oversight,” I replied.
The airman behind the snack counter quietly resumed opening his granola bar, while the contractors pretended to read magazines.
The immediate threat of physical confrontation had dissolved, leaving behind the cold, heavy machinery of military protocol.
I took a seat across from Vance, sliding my redacted travel orders and security clearances onto the metal table.
“The joint chiefs approved your operational plan for the Pacific sector without a single modification,” Vance reported quietly.
“Good. The local syndicate operating out of our target zone has been flying under the radar for too long,” I noted.
Vance nodded in agreement, sliding a secondary intelligence briefing folder across the table toward my coffee cup.
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“Everything is pre-positioned for your arrival at the base. You’ll have full operational autonomy from day one.”
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