Chapter 3 - Two Star General On Deck Echoes Across The Room
Sergeant Dalton raised his right hand in a crisp, flawless military salute that cut straight through the tense air.
His voice, usually measured and quiet, rang out with absolute authority across the entire crowded room.
“Two-star general on deck!” he shouted, his words vibrating against the vaulted timber ceiling of the club.
The impact of those five words hit the dining hall like a concussive shockwave from a heavy artillery shell.
Major Preston Hale’s smirk froze instantly on his face, his jaw slackening as the microphone slipped in his grip.
Across the room, nearly two hundred senior officers instantly froze mid-motion, fork and glass hovering in mid-air.
Then came the deafening scrape of two hundred wooden chairs pushed violently backward against the floorboards.
Every single man and woman in uniform surged to their feet with synchronized, frantic panic.
The silver stars pinned to my lapel suddenly caught every beam of light in the lavish room.
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I slowly unbuttoned my heavy charcoal coat, letting it slide back to reveal my full service uniform beneath.
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