Chapter 14 - Counter-Strike on the Potomac
The atmosphere in the JAG conference room instantly plummeted below freezing. Captain Sterling’s face drained of color, his polished facade collapsing into stunned silence.
"Admiral," Sterling began, his voice tightening with panic. "That—that is an outrageous characterization. Vantage Point Group is a legitimate advisory firm. They were conducting routine vetting—"
"Quiet, Sterling," Vance commanded, his voice vibrating with absolute authority. "You will speak when Special Agent Thorne instructs you to speak."
Special Agent Thorne stepped forward, placing a slender, black tablet on the table and tapping the screen. A series of encrypted emails, bank routing slips, and telephone transcripts illuminated the display.
"Commander Hayes alerted this office seventy-two hours ago regarding an attempted extortion scheme originating from her estranged family members in Nevada," Thorne said, looking directly at Sterling. "With federal warrants expedited through the Fourth Circuit, we intercepted communication between Brenda Hayes-Cole and an operative at Vantage Point Group named Arthur Pendelton. Pendelton was promised a lucrative senior vice presidency at a major maritime contractor if Aegis Sentinel’s leadership was compromised and reassigned to you, Captain Sterling."
Rebecca stood motionless, observing the surgical dismantling of the plot against her.
"The fifty thousand dollars paid to Brenda Hayes-Cole was wired directly from a dark-money slush fund managed by Vantage Point Group," Thorne continued. "The altered bank statements—inserting Sierra Vista Holdings into Commander Hayes's legitimate military pay history—were manufactured in an office in Rosslyn, Virginia, less than five miles from where we are standing. Brenda Hayes-Cole has already been arrested by federal marshals in Reno. Her husband, Kevin Cole, is currently in an interrogation room at the Washoe County Sheriff's Department. And he is talking."
Sterling gripped the edge of the conference table, his knuckles whitening. "This is an administrative misunderstanding. I had no direct knowledge of how the opposition research was gathered—"
"You signed the operational authorization voucher, Douglas," Vance said coldly. "You signed your own career away because you couldn't accept that an officer with twenty years of real sea duty and unquestioned integrity was better qualified to lead this Navy's future than a political creature like yourself."
Vance turned to Captain Ramos. "Captain, take Captain Sterling into administrative custody pending formal charges under Article 133 and Article 134 of the Uniform Code of Military Justice: Conduct Unbecoming an Officer, Conspiracy to Defraud the United States Government, and Subornation of Perjury."
Two Master-at-Arms personnel stepped into the room from the outer corridor, their sidearms holstered but their postures rigid. They relieved Sterling of his identification badge and escorted him from the room.
When the door clicked shut, Admiral Vance turned his attention to Rebecca. The stern lines of his face softened into genuine respect.
"Commander Hayes, you demonstrated extraordinary operational discipline. Most officers would have panicked or attempted to negotiate with their blackmailers."
"Negotiation with extortionists is a tactical failure, Admiral," Rebecca answered calmly. "My father and sister believed that because I had supported them for years, I was weak. They mistook my loyalty for vulnerability."
"Indeed," Vance nodded. "Your clearance is completely unimpeached, Commander. Return to your command module. The fleet requires your undivided attention. But be prepared: the civilian trial for your family and their corporate backers will be ugly."
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"I am ready, sir," Rebecca said. "I have weathered worse storms."
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