Chapter 6 - General Eleanor Vance Demands An Immediate Explanation Now
“State your name, unit, and current operational assignment for the record, Major,” I demanded, stepping closer.
“Major Preston Hale, ma’am. Seventh Logistics Battalion, stationed right here at the garrison,” he whispered miserably.
“Seven years of logistics support, and you haven’t learned the fundamental rule of military respect,” I stated coldly.
“General Vance, please, I’ve got a family, I’m up for promotion next board—” Hale began pleading pathetically.
“Do not invoke your family while whining like a coward who just got caught stealing from the supply chest,” I snapped.
The word Vance hung heavily in the air, causing several senior colonels near the front to visibly wince.
They recognized the name now—Eleanor Vance, commander of the Atlantic strategic deployment sector and former combat aviator.
“You stood in front of two hundred junior officers and taught them that cruelty equals leadership,” I said loudly.
“You humiliated an unarmed individual assuming she was beneath your notice because of a coat and boots.”
Hale opened his mouth to formulate another excuse, but no words came past his dry, trembling lips.
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“You are a disgrace to the uniform you wear, Major, and an embarrassment to every soldier who earned their rank.”
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