The Silence of the Vale Cell and the Price of Battlefield Lies
The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the hum of the terminal’s cooling fan.
I looked at my reflection in the dark glass of the terminal.
I looked pale, my hair damp from the rain outside.
“It’s loading,” Miller whispered.
The screen flashed once, then displayed a single line of text.
*HASH VERIFIED. INTEGRITY: 100%.*
The breath went out of me as if I had been struck in the chest.
“It’s real,” Miller said, turning his head to look at me.
“The signature is genuine.”
“He signed off on the defense contractor,” I said, my voice flat.
“He authorized the initial transfer of the funds,” Miller said quietly.
“The same funds Cole used to set up the black accounts.”
I leaned against the edge of the metal desk, my knees feeling weak.
My father had been my moral compass.
Every step I took to expose Cole’s corruption was meant to honor my father’s memory.
Now, the foundation of everything I believed was crumbling.
“There has to be an explanation,” I said.
“The ledger doesn’t give explanations,” Miller said. “It only records the facts.”