The door clicked shut behind them, leaving only Drummond, myself, and the quiet hum of the rain.

“You handled that well, Emerson,” Drummond said, his voice softening slightly.

“Thank you, sir,” I said, placing my hands behind my back.

“This is only the first phase,” he warned, leaning against the edge of the table. “Your brother is still on active duty at the base.”

“I am aware, General.”

“The Navy JAG is already preparing the paperwork,” Drummond said, tapping a finger on his tablet. “Michael’s command has been notified.”

I knew what that meant.

An official inquiry into Michael’s record would begin by morning.

The transfer of stolen trust funds into his personal accounts violated the Uniform Code of Military Justice.

He would face an administrative board, and his commission would likely be revoked.

“He will fight it,” I said.

“Let him,” Drummond replied. “He has no defense against federal bank records.”

My phone buzzed again in my hand.

I looked down and saw a message from Captain Hayes.

*Moving the physical files to the Norfolk office now. Meet us at the south gate.*