When Commander Imani Rhodes first stepped onto Fort Calder Ridge, nobody paid her the kind of attention that would have warned them to be careful.
Which, in hindsight, was exactly how she wanted it.
It was a wet Tuesday morning, the kind where the sky couldn’t decide whether to rain or just hang heavy above everything, and the base looked like it had been dipped in gray. Her arrival was quiet—no ceremony, no escort, no layered introductions. Just one transport, one duffel, one secured case, and a name most people misheard the first time anyway.
“Commander… Roads?” the gate sergeant said without looking up.
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