Chapter 3 - The Vanishing Files
Two hours later, the Base Headquarters building was under siege from within.
Colonel Marcus Hale sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his thick hands resting flat on the polished wood. Standing before him were Staff Sergeant Miller—Vaughn’s direct supervisor—and Captain Richard Brooks, the company commander.
On the desk between them lay two empty personnel folders.
“Explain this to me, Captain,” Hale commanded, his voice trembling with suppressed fury. “Private Mercer filed two formal complaints over the last six weeks. One in September, one in October. Both were logged into the company intake ledger. Yet when my chief clerk opened the master personnel files twenty minutes ago, both folders were empty.”
Captain Brooks cleared his throat, adjusting his dress uniform collar. “Sir, as you know, garrison paperwork can easily be misfiled during transitional periods—”
“Don't insult my intelligence, Brooks!” Hale slammed his hand onto the desk, making the desk lamp jump. “Document files don't misplace themselves twice in a row when they name the same Specialist! Someone intentionally pulled those records from the filing vault.”
Sergeant Miller shifted his weight nervously. “Colonel, Specialist Vaughn is a high-performing soldier in our unit. His father is General Thomas Vaughn over at European Command. We felt it was best to handle these minor interpersonal conflicts internally through counseling rather than ruining a promising young career—”
“Counseling?!” Hale leaned forward, his face inches from Miller’s. “You covered up two counts of active harassment because the boy’s father wears stars on his collar?”
“No, Sir! We were just trying to preserve unit cohesion—”
“You broke federal military law, Sergeant!” Hale barked. “You suppressed official IG documentation to protect a bully!”
Hale stood up, pulling a pair of red administrative suspension orders from his drawer.
“Captain Brooks, you are relieved of your command effective immediately. Sergeant Miller, hand over your sidearm and step out into the hallway. The Military Police are going to audit your office, your personal locker, and your personal computer.”
Miller’s face went white. “Colonel, please! I’ve served fifteen years!”
“Then you should have known better,” Hale said coldly. “Dismissed.”
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As the two disgraced officers walked out of the office, Colonel Hale picked up his desk phone and dialed the direct line to the Base Legal Counsel.
“Get me Major Vance,” Hale ordered. “We have an active cover-up inside Bravo Company. I want every log, every email, and every security camera feed from the company headquarters pulled before sunset.”
