The Mirror and the Badge
The cold steel of the mirror frame reflected back my own resolve. Lieutenant Maya Thompson. Thirty-two years old. Four gold Naval Intelligence bars gleamed around my neck. The Hawaiian morning sun streamed through the window, but it wasn’t the tropical glow, but rather the echo of warships anchored at Pearl Harbor that resonated in my chest. This place, a monument to surprise and betrayal, was now the stage for my own confrontation.
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