Chapter 12 - The Reckoning of Threats
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I stared at the glowing words on the screen. A year ago, reading a direct threat from Ethan might have sent a wave of panic through my chest. It might have made my hands shake or my breath hitch.
Now, I felt nothing except a cold, calculated sense of duty.
I picked up my desk phone and dialed the Director of Federal Corrections.
“Director Miller,” I said smoothly when the line connected. “This is Major Clara Vance, Defense Intelligence. I’m looking at a communications breach regarding inmate Ethan Vance, Registration Number 884-092.”
“Major Vance,” Director Miller replied instantly. “I just saw the flag. It’s an explicit threat against a military officer and an attempt to solicit unauthorized surveillance.”
“What are the consequences for an inmate on probation eligibility making direct threats against federal personnel?” I asked calmly.
“It immediately revokes his good-behavior status,” Miller explained. “He loses his minimum-security privileges, gets transferred to a maximum-security unit, and we tack on an additional charge of retaliation against a federal witness. He’s looking at another five to seven years added to his sentence, minimum.”
I leaned back in my leather office chair, looking out at the rain falling over the Potomac River.
“Process the transfer immediately, Director,” I said flatly. “And make sure he receives the formal notice of his sentence extension on his birthday next month.”
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“Consider it done, Major.”
I hung up the phone, closed the file on my monitor, and returned to my strategic briefing papers without losing a single beat. Ethan was still trying to play his pathetic, abusive games from behind bars—unaware that every move he made only dug his own grave deeper.
