PART 7
No one breathed.
Keller turned to the JAG officers.
“General Hale is relieved pending investigation into operational compromise, reckless endangerment, and abuse of command authority.”
Hale looked like he had been punched.
“You cannot do that in the middle of a mission.”
Keller’s eyes went flat.
“I just did.”
The JAG officers approached.
Hale backed up a step.
For the first time since he entered the TOC, he looked small.
Not physically.
Morally.
The kind of small that rank can hide only until lives are on the line.
His gaze found mine.
“You think they’re loyal to you?” he hissed. “They’ll forget you the second someone better comes along.”
I looked at the rifles on the floor.
Then at the men who had laid them down.
“No, General,” I said. “They’ll remember who tried to spend them.”
That finally shut him up.
As Hale was escorted out, nobody saluted.
Not one person.
The tent flap closed behind him.
For two seconds, the TOC stayed silent.
Then Keller looked at me.
“Commander Hayes.”
“Yes, sir.”
He pointed to my radio on the table.
“Pick that up.”
I did.
Then he pointed to the screen.
“Now save the mission.”
My snipers picked up their rifles.
Not all at once.
One by one.
Carefully.
Respectfully.
Like men reclaiming purpose after refusing death.
Chief Briggs handed me my sidearm.
“Welcome back, Commander.”
I holstered it.
“Don’t get sentimental, Chief.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
But his eyes were wet.
The new plan took four minutes.
Not because it was simple.
Because my unit had trained for the impossible until impossible became a checklist.
No fast-roping into the basin.
No hero landing in open ground.
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No feeding operators into a bowl surrounded by rifles.
We shifted overwatch to the northern ridge, used drones to mark cave exits, redirected capture teams through a dry wash, and let Archangel sit in his perfect trap while the walls closed around him instead.
