Chapter 6 - The Evidence
The gymnasium exploded into thunderous applause, shouts, and cheers. Junior enlisted personnel were standing on the bleachers, waving their covers in the air, while officers exchanged amazed looks.
Avery didn't celebrate. She didn't raise her fists in triumph. She simply bowed respectfully to the referee, stepped over Briggs’ unconscious body, and walked toward the scorer’s table where the base communications team was managing the live video feed.
She reached into her pocket, pulled out the heavy black USB drive, and plugged it directly into the master broadcast terminal connected to the main gymnasium display screens.
Beside the table, Captain Robert Sterling—the base executive officer—stepped forward, his brow furrowed in confusion.
“Petty Officer Mitchell,” Sterling said loudly over the noise of the crowd. “What are you doing?”
“Reporting a breach of federal military code, Sir,” Avery stated calmly.
She tapped a key on the terminal board.
Instantly, the giant projector screens hanging above the center mat flickered. The live feed of the fight vanished, replaced by high-definition video files, scanned paper logs, and encrypted bank transfer records.
The noise in the gym began to die down as hundreds of eyes swung upward toward the screens.
Displayed clearly for everyone to see was a four-month paper trail documenting Sergeant Ryan Briggs’ systematic embezzlement of naval equipment—stealing night-vision optics, tactical body armor, and ammunition requisitions, and fencing them through illegal online brokers.
Below the financial documents were audio recordings accompanied by scrolling transcripts.
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Briggs’ recorded voice echoed loud and clear through the gymnasium PA system:
“Don't worry about the audit... The little girl Mitchell doesn't know shit. She just sits in the corner and keeps her mouth shut like a good little bitch. I’ll make sure she takes the fall if the IG comes looking.”
