Within five minutes, General Roth had the Military Police assembled in the briefing room. His expression was carved from stone, his voice clipped and low — the tone every officer recognized as lethal calm.
“Lock down the base,” he ordered. “Nobody leaves until I say so.”
The MPs exchanged wary glances. They’d seen the general angry before, but never like this.
When the last soldier had filed out, Roth turned to his aide. “Find Captain Mills. Bring him to my office. Now.”
The aide hesitated. “Sir, Captain Mills is—”
“I know where he is,” Roth snapped. Then, quieter: “Bring him.”
