Zaia Scott was completely afraid after saying that word that she had just said, or was it a question that she had posed to General Carl Gerald?Zaia Scott had actually forced the words out before the fear could choke them back. Everything was happening so fast she hadn't actually believed at that moment that she could avoid talking to General Carl Gerald, the Leader, the super General Carl Gerald, of the Elite Divisions Military units.As she stared at Mrs Juliet Marcus, Captain Luke and Debra Zachs, she was immediately taken aback by the whole thing, she hadn't actually seen coming in any way possible.The situation was just too intense and palpable.“Why put the blame and suspicions of my friend Jasmine on me?”“And we still haven't been able to prove that she even shot Sara Gerald—who is also her friend?” Zaia Scott immediately added, her voice was laced with a mixture of curiosity and bewilderment.She was actually angry at the moment, but even she knows better than to try and go

“But General Carl Gerald? He’s not the villain here. He’s the shield.”“I’ve served under him for over a decade, seen him pull agents from the brink of despair, rebuild them stronger. Remember when I lost my partner in that botched extraction in the highlands?”“General Carl Gerald didn’t just file the report and move on. He sat with me through the nights, pieced together the fragments of my faith in this agency.”“He has your best interest at heart, Zaia Scott—yours, mine, everyone’s. As long as you’re clean, as long as you’re not working against us—and I believe with every fiber of my being that you’re not—he will never, ever go against you.”“He’s fought tooth and nail to keep this team intact, to weed out the rot without destroying the tree.”“He’s lost sleep over decisions like this, praying in the quiet hours that he’s wrong about the suspicions.”“But he can’t afford to be soft when lives hang in the balance. You’re part of this family, Zaia Scott.”“Let us prove it to you. Dry

General Carl Gerald’s jaw immediately worked, the muscle ticking again beneath the stubble.He folded the handkerchief with deliberate precision, tucking it back into his pocket as if sealing away the moment of softness. When he spoke, his voice was granite wrapped in velvet—low, controlled, but carrying the weight of a man who had already buried too many. “If Jasmine shot my sister, she wouldn't get a bullet in the dark. She gets a tribunal. Full due process. Every shred of evidence laid bare. Her motives dissected. Her actions weighed against the oath she swore when she pinned on this badge.”“And if the verdict is guilty, the sentence is carried out by the book—lethal injection, recorded, witnessed, final. Not because I want her dead.”“Because the alternative is chaos. Because if I let personal feelings override the law we enforce, then I’m no better than the syndicates we dismantle. The Elite Divisions Military units secret service agency’s reputation isn’t just pride—it’s deter

General Carl Gerald's voice was laced with a mixture of authority and determination as he commanded his Elites Divisions Military units secret service agents and immediately they began the second phase of their secret and supposedly classified movement to get Sara Gerald to the new Elite Divisions Military units secret health facility.As soon as General Carl Gerald sat down next to the bed of Sara Gerald, his sister, Detective Steve, Lieutenant Alex, Jason, Doctor Amos and the new nurse, Evans, all looked at him in bewilderment.It was Jason who first noticed the look on his face, he immediately took a deep breath as the Elite Divisions Military units secret service agency convoy continued to the Elite Divisions Military units secret health facility.Detective Steve and Lieutenant Alex were busy on the high military grade system, they actually monitoring their movements with satellites just to make sure that they weren't being followed by the goons from the Black Triangle Syndicates,

At this moment, Lieutenant Alex was just looking at General Carl Gerald almost immediately.Lieutenant Alex didn’t flinch. He set the tablet down, satellite feed still scrolling clean thermals, and spoke with the clipped precision of a man who’d written after-action reports in blood.“General Carl Gerald from a tactical standpoint: yes, probable. Jasmine’s kill signature matches—double-tap, center mass, no over-penetration, exit wounds angled for maximum internal damage, minimum external spray.”“That’s textbook assassination, not panic fire. Her last known position placed her within 600 meters of the ambush site with line-of-sight. Wind was 3 knots, left-to-right—she’d compensate without thinking.Lieutenant Alex immediately said as he tapped the tablet, pulling up a 3D wireframe of the canyon.“Action recommendation General Carl Gerald: Immediate SIGINT lockdown—jam all outbound bursts on her known encryption keys.”“Drone overwatch—deploy the MQ-99 Reaper from the forward air wing,