He Said, “Remember, I’m a Navy SEAL”—Then She Dropped Him in Front of 1,040 Troops
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Chapter 15 / 32
PART 15
General Whitmore stopped beside the fallen SEAL.
“Senior Chief Rodriguez.”
Tank’s face changed instantly.
Pain disappeared.
Arrogance disappeared.
Performance returned.
“Sir,” he said, breathing hard, “this civilian assaulted me.”
The General looked at me.
“Agent Chen?”
A ripple moved through the cafeteria.
Agent.
Not consultant.
Not civilian.
Agent.
I released Tank’s wrist and stood.
The MPs pulled him carefully to his feet.
I adjusted my blazer and picked up my manual from the table.
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It wasn’t a manual at all.
It was a federal case binder.
