Chapter 6 - The Anonymous Tip
The digital envelope glowed against the dark leather of the passenger seat, the metadata timestamp stamped with chilling precision: 2112 hours. Exactly twelve minutes after I had left my father's driveway.
Someone had intercepted my movements, or worse, anticipated them entirely.
I pulled my sedan to the side of the quiet Ramona road, killing the headlights so the vehicle dissolved into the shadow of the overhanging eucalyptus trees. The screen of my phone mocked me with the silent text of the NCIS tip line notification. The return address listed on the formal routing header wasn't just a random fabrication—it was linked to a secure terminal inside the Sterett’s administrative pool.
Only two people on that ship had administrative clearance at this hour with a motive to burn my name before I could drop the ledger on Vance’s desk: Chief Warrant Officer Miller, who had signed off on the fraudulent supply transfers, or Brandon himself, who realized that if he was going down, he was going to take the entire family structure with him.
My phone rang, slicing through the cab's dead silence.
The Caller ID flashed Master Chief Hayes.
I swiped the screen and brought the phone to my ear. “Commander Owens.”
“Commander, you need to see this before morning colors,” Hayes said, his voice clipped and hurried, background noise rattling through the speaker like distant hangar doors sliding on steel tracks. “NCIS investigators just boarded the pier fifteen minutes ago with a priority preservation order. They’re locking down the supply cages and pulling the physical maintenance logs for the past three years.”
My fingers tightened around the steering wheel until the leather groaned. “On whose authority, Master Chief?”
“That’s the thing, ma’am,” Hayes paused, a heavy sigh hissing through the line. “The duty officer received an anonymous digital packet routed through an external civilian proxy, but the routing signature traces straight back to a terminal registered under your personal ID card credentials. Someone used your digital CAC certificate to file the formal fraud accusation against your own brother.”
The blood rushed in my ears, a hot, furious roar that pushed aside every shred of exhaustion.
They hadn't just beaten me to the punch. They had weaponized my own official identity to do it, framing me as the whistleblower who went outside the chain of command, ensuring that whatever fallout hit Brandon would also hit my own career for bypassing internal investigative protocol.
“I’m heading back to the base now,” I said, my voice dropping an octave into absolute, frozen resolve.
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“Be careful who you talk to when you get here, Commander,” Hayes warned softly. “Admiral Vance hasn't been briefed yet, but Captain Miller—your brother's old sponsor—just came aboard ten minutes ago. And he’s looking for you.”
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