Chapter 3
Barrett’s voice came again.
“No one launches until I give the word.”
Emily stared at the open runway.
Then she heard a soldier scream.
Not through a report.
Not through a briefing.
Through her headset.
Raw.
Human.
Close enough to feel.
She pushed the throttle forward.
Now, on the runway at sunset, Barrett stared at her like saving those men was an insult to his authority.
“You used that antique aircraft against my order,” he snapped.
Emily’s hand tightened around her helmet.
“It flew.”
“You made this base look reckless.”
“It answered.”
Barrett’s eyes narrowed.
“What did you say?”
Emily lifted the helmet slightly.
A small red light still blinked near the radio recorder clipped inside.
Slow.
Steady.
Recording.
Barrett’s anger flickered.
Emily’s voice stayed calm.
“And every word is recorded.”
The runway went silent.
Barrett stared at the blinking light.
His mouth opened, but no sound came out.
Then footsteps came fast from the direction of the control tower.
Major General Thomas Kincaid crossed the flight line with two officers behind him.
He did not look at the aircraft first.
He looked at the wounded.
He counted the stretchers.
He saw the blood.
He saw the medics working.
Then he turned to Barrett.
“Colonel… stand down.”
Barrett snapped to attention.
“General, Captain Hayes violated launch protocol and—”
“She was the only one who answered.”
The words hit harder than the setting sun.
Emily did not move.
Barrett did.
Just a fraction.
Enough for everyone to see.
Kincaid stepped closer.
“I heard the recorder in the tower.”
Barrett swallowed.
“Sir, the situation was unclear.”
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“No,” Kincaid said. “The situation was desperate.”
Read Part 4 to hear the recording that exposed what Barrett really did.
