I almost smiled.
For the first time since waking up, something like strength moved through me—not rage, not revenge, but clean purpose.
Ryan and Linda believed fear was a leash.
They had no idea fear could become evidence.
That afternoon, I stood before my new senior staff. Twelve officers and civilian analysts waited around a conference table, some curious, some carefully neutral, all aware of the shaved head they were too professional to mention.
I placed both hands on the table.
“My name is Colonel Mara Ellison,” I said. “You will find I value discipline, accuracy, and loyalty to mission over ego. I do not reward excuses. I do not tolerate abuse of authority. And I do not mistake noise for power.”
A few faces changed, just slightly.
They heard what I did not say.
“Now,” I continued, opening the first briefing folder, “let’s get to work.”
For the next six hours, I commanded.
