Chapter 14
Just as Jack reached the mess hall to get food for Emily, an officer rushed over, slightly out of breath.
ཏྱཾ རྗ ༈ འོ ཚ
“Captain Rivers, the security footage system that was down a while ago–it’s finally fixed. They’re waiting on your sign–off.”
Jack gave a short nod and shelved the meal run for now. It wouldn’t take long to sign off on a routine repair.
Back at the base, the tech crew was wrapping up their checks. “Sir, the damaged unit was from the central training field. It’s operational again. Take a look, and if it’s all good, I’ll clear out.”
Jack reviewed the footage, everything looked standard. He signed off on the report.
Their base stored live ammunition, so surveillance was tight–cameras in nearly every corner. Just as he turned to leave, something tugged at his memory. On impulse, he walked into the surveillance archive room.
Every soldier’s quarters had monitoring, mostly for safety
and
discipline.
He keyed in Olivia’s room number, brows furrowed. After a brief wait, the
The picture wasn’t crystal clear, but her face
missed that stubborn glare of hers.
still showed-
= “een lit
up with grayscale footage.
defiant. His chest tightened. She’d only been gone a few days, but he already
His lips
Olivia. She said
seven curved slightly at times. Until the footage turned.
ng, then, out of nowhere, slammed a pill bottle against the desk and
He kept watching, day by day, clip by clip–like flipping through
A different feed popped up. Emily was in the same room wiemories.
His hands trembled. He watched her final day at camp, the one where the rain never stopped. Olivia stood there, soaked to the skin, hour after hour, never once breaking. Until someone approached, and just like that, Olivia walked away from the unit without a backward glance.
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