PART 2: THE COMMANDER’S ARRIVAL
The heavy double doors of the gymnasium burst open, and a sharp, unified whistle echoed across the rafters.
Fifty Belgian Malinois and German Shepherds flooded through the entrance in absolute discipline, flanked by a dozen heavily armed operators wearing full tactical gear and dark blue naval insignias.
The entire gymnasium froze as the massive canine unit flooded the hardwood floor, fanning out in a flawless perimeter around my mother without a single bark or stray movement.
Lieutenant Carter’s smile disintegrated instantly, his knuckles turning chalk-white as he gripped the microphone so hard his hand trembled.
Chief Ramirez immediately dropped his clipboard to the floor, coming to a rigid, crisp standing salute as the lead tactical commander stepped into the center of the court.
“Chief Special Warfare Operator Rachel Reed,” the commander announced over his radio unit, his voice booming clearly off the gym walls. “Special K9 Strike Division 4 is reported and ready for inspection, Ma’am.”
(How will Lieutenant Carter explain his mistake to a senior Special Operations officer? Click “Next Page” to continue to PART 3…)
