“Those missiles are going to a separatist group in the South China Sea,” Elena said, dropping the pretense. “You’re arming enemies of the state, sir. That isn’t a retirement fund. That’s high treason.”
Sterling stopped two feet from her. He smelled of expensive cologne and old scotch.
“Treason is a matter of perspective, Commander. I call it resource reallocation. But that’s not why you’re here.”
The Trap Tightens
Sterling circled her like a shark. “You think you’re noble. You think you’re saving the Navy. But you’re just a cog in a machine you don’t understand. I built this fleet. I kept it running while politicians in D.C. slashed our budgets. I am entitled to my share.”
“You’re entitled to a prison cell,” Elena shot back.
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