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COMMAND IS NOT GUARANTEED
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Captain Lorne furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and dread. "Why?"

“I mean we cannot have a weak head,” the general said. “Not now. Not with Viktor Kael pressing us this way. Not with the capital shaking. Not with the men of the tribunal army asking questions faster than we can silence them.”

Lorne’s face tightened. “That would split the army.”

The words were not an exaggeration. Lorne knew exactly what that would mean. Officers would choose sides. Units would hesitate in the field. Orders woul
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    Lucien Varros was smiling when the first sign of failure appeared, and that made what followed even uglier. He stood at the center of his command room in a clean uniform, speaking to his officers as if the war had already bent itself to his will. Screens glowed around him with troop markers, supply routes, and damage reports from the western front. Everything in the room reflected order, discipline, and control. That was why the first interruption felt so wrong.That order had been built over weeks of victories, reinforced by success after success until no one in the room questioned it anymore. Even the smallest movements of the officers carried quiet confidence, the kind that came from believing the enemy which was the tribunal army had already lost.“The war is already decided,” Varros said, looking over the map table. “The Tribunal army is reacting. We are dictating the pace.” His officers stood around him in silence, listening carefully. One of them handed him a fresh tactical

  • THE ORDER

    The room felt too small for what was about to happen.Captain Lorne stood beside the bed, no longer angry in the way he had been before, but no less tense. The map on Ethan’s tablet still glowed across the blanket between them, its marked sectors were quiet and precise, as if destruction could be reduced to clean lines and symbols. Outside the closed door, boots moved along the corridor. Inside, the machines kept their soft rhythm, indifferent to what was about to be decided.Lorne looked from the tablet to Ethan. “You’re serious.”Ethan did not look up immediately. He studied the screen one last time, then locked it and set it aside. “Yep, I am very serious.”Lorne exhaled through his nose. “You’re sitting here in a hospital gown, half-bandaged, drinking cold tea, and about to decide the fate of Lucien Varros’s base.”Ethan reached for the cup and took another slow drink. “The gown is irrelevant.”“That is not the part I was focused on.”Ethan set the tea back down with care. “I kn

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  • THE WAR BEHIND THE WAR

    For a moment, Captain Lorne could only stare at the glowing map in Ethan’s hand.“Inside… Lucien Varros's base?” he asked.Ethan met his eyes. “Yes.”Lorne took one slow step back, then another. His anger had not vanished, but it had been cut open and replaced by something else. Shock. Real shock. The kind that came when a battlefield suddenly changed shape in your mind.It was the kind of realization that did not arrive all at once. It crept in, piece by piece, forcing the mind to rearrange what it thought it already understood. What had looked like failure moments ago now began to look dangerously deliberate.“You sent men into Lucien Varros’s base,” he said. “Into his actual base.”“Yes.”Lorne looked back at the map. “How?”Ethan shifted the tablet slightly and enlarged the image. New sectors appeared in layers. Roads. internal routes. storage clusters. support lines. Lorne saw at once that this was not surface scouting. This was deep penetration.Not the kind that relied on speed

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    Lorne stared at Ethan like the room had shifted under his feet.For a few seconds, he said nothing. The anger was still there, but confusion had cut into it so sharply that it could no longer move the same way. Ethan sat where he was, one hand near the cold tea, the other resting beside the burned teddy bear, as if he had not just said something insane.Then Lorne found his voice.“What do you mean it worked?”Ethan did not answer immediately.Lorne took a step closer to the bed. “We almost died out there. A good number of our soldiers died, patients in critical conditions were hit, Nira died. The helicopters were hit. Rathenfall burned. And you are sitting there telling me your plan worked?”Ethan looked up at him calmly. “Almost is not the same as did.”That answer did not help.Lorne laughed once, but there was no humor in it. “That is what you say to me?” He pointed toward the dark screen where Varros had just vanished. “After all that, that is what you say?”Ethan reached for th

  • THE ANGER OF THE LOYAL

    The silence after the broadcast was worse than the voice that had filled it.The screen went dark, but Lucien Varros still felt present in the room, as if his words had stained the walls and refused to leave. Ethan remained seated on the edge of the hospital bed, one hand resting near the cold tea, the other close to the burned teddy bear. He did not speak. He did not move. Captain Lorne did both.“This is too much!”His voice hit the room like a strike. He turned away from the screen so sharply that the portable unit rattled on its stand. Then he paced once, twice, stopped near the window, and hit the wall frame with the side of his fist hard enough to make the metal ring.“They recorded it,” he said. “They attacked you, they filmed it, and then they stood in front of cameras and bragged about it.”Ethan said nothing.Lorne turned back toward him. “No shame. No restraint. No fear. They speak like they own the law, like they own the sky, like they own death itself.”He took another

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