Chapter 5 - The Pale Face of Security
The irritation on the Military Police officer’s face disappeared instantly.
It was as if every drop of blood had been drained from his skin in a single second. His mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out. The sharp, professional posture he had maintained just moments ago seemed to collapse into sheer, rigid panic.
His eyes scanned the fine print, the clearance codes, the high-level security watermarks, and the dark red restricted-access banding running across the top of the card—symbols that only base security personnel with top-tier security clearances were trained to recognize.
The MP’s eyes darted up from the badge to Cassie’s face.
She was standing perfectly still beneath the morning sun, her blonde hair pristine, her white cap held neatly at her side, her clear eyes looking down at him with an unreadable, absolute silence.
The MP looked back down at the badge. Then back up at Cassie.
His hand began to tremble.
The thin plastic casing rattled softly in his leather-gloved fingers.
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Brandon, still standing two feet away with his hand loosely hovering near Cassie’s coat, caught the sudden change in the guard’s demeanor. He frowned, his arrogant smile fading into confusion.
“What?” Brandon asked, stepping closer to the guard. “What does it say?”
