The Veritas Protocol
The briefing room on the USS New Jersey smelled of stale coffee and old metal. Admiral Whitlock sat at the head of the table with his hands folded neatly in front of him, his uniform immaculate, his posture the kind of rigid discipline that came from forty years of never slouching in a room where someone more senior was present. To his right sat Colonel David Vasquez, whose uniform was less...
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