Chapter 9 - The Base Commander Rushes To The Scene In Panic
Heavy double doors at the far end of the club burst open, slamming hard against the wood-paneled walls.
Brigadier General Thomas Vance—no relation, but commander of the entire garrison—jogged into the room breathlessly.
He had been alerted by the front gate guards as soon as my general’s placard had been scanned at entry.
“General Vance! Welcome to the garrison, ma’am! We didn’t expect you until tomorrow morning!” Thomas saluted hastily.
“Good evening, General Thomas. It seems your evening social club has turned into a circus ring,” I remarked dryly.
General Thomas blinked in confusion, his eyes darting between my stern expression and Hale’s sweat-soaked uniform.
“What... what happened here, Eleanor?” Thomas asked quietly, dropping the formal parade-ground tone.
“Your logistics major decided to publicly harass a superior officer while she walked in out of a snowstorm,” I stated.
Thomas turned slowly toward Major Hale, his face turning an alarming shade of dark crimson with sheer fury.
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“Is this true, Hale?” Thomas barked, stepping forward with the terrifying presence of a combat veteran.
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