Richard stared at his son.
“What did you say?”
Ethan’s shoulders rose with a slow breath.
“I said don’t speak to her like that.”
For one fractured second, I saw Richard understand that something permanent had shifted.
It was not enough to heal what had happened outside.
But it was something.
Margaret slid another document from her folder.
“General Calloway, do you recognize the name Meridian Gate Logistics?”
Richard’s expression barely changed.
But barely was enough.
“No.”
“You’re certain?”
“I deal with countless contractors.”
“Meridian Gate received emergency transport access to Fort Lincoln six times in the past year. Three of those authorizations were signed under your office code.”
“My staff handles routine approvals.”
“Routine approvals for sealed cargo containers routed through a training base?”
Richard said nothing.
Shepard looked at him with open disgust.
“What cargo?”
Margaret turned the page.
“That is the problem. Officially, medical equipment.”
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