The courtroom fell into stunned silence as Admiral Rylen Cade approached the defense table. Officers shifted uneasily. Judge Kensington blinked, unsure whether to admonish the admiral or surrender the bench to him entirely. “Admiral Cade,” the judge said cautiously, “this is highly irregular—”
“Not as irregular,” the admiral cut in, “as a court-martial built on doctored intelligence and fabricated testimony.” He turned toward the panel of officers. “I have invoked Section 243-B of the Naval Justice Override. Effective immediately, these proceedings are halted pending internal investigation.”
Commander Kerrigan, the prosecutor, went rigid. “Sir, with respect, our evidence is solid—”
“Your evidence,” Cade said slowly, “was poisoned.” The admiral motioned to one of the agents beside him. A sealed folder was placed on the judge’s bench.
“These documents,” Cade continued, “outline a covert scheme by external defense contractors—and internal collaborators—to discredit Lieutenant Commander Caldwell. The intent was to bury her involvement in Operation Shadowfall.”
Murmurs burst across the room. Operation Shadowfall. A mission so classified that even its name was rarely spoken aloud. Selena’s jaw tightened. She had carried the weight of that mission alone for years.
Judge Kensington skimmed the documents. His face hardened. “This… this is treason.”
“Precisely,” Cade replied. “And Commander Malcolm Stroud—your key witness—was the primary architect of the conspiracy.”
Gasps. Stroud’s face turned ash-gray. Admiral Cade went on. “Stroud sold classified intelligence to a private contractor called Iron Wolf Solutions. When Caldwell discovered irregularities during Shadowfall, Stroud orchestrated her removal. He needed her silenced.”
Stroud lunged from his seat but was immediately restrained by military police. His protests dissolved into incoherent fury. Holbrook exhaled, relief washing over her. Selena sat still, absorbing the revelation without a flinch.
