like he was moving furniture out of his path.
She let the force take her.
She went down again, controlled even in the fall, her body folding with practiced precision so her head missed the edge of the table by inches.
It looked, to anyone who didn’t know better, like weakness.
To Pete, it looked like choice.
Murmurs spread low and fast through the room.
“What the hell is she doing?”
“Why isn’t she fighting back?”
At Bull’s table, eight younger Marines watched with restless energy.
They were all close-cropped hair and fresh confidence, half-drunk on whiskey and the secondhand thrill of seeing their gunny dominate a room.
A couple of them were smiling.
One wasn’t.
Lance Corporal Diego Reyes had gone stiff in his seat, eyes flicking between Alexis and Bull with a growing confusion he couldn’t hide.
He knew faces.
That was part of how he survived.
Watch the room.
Read the room.
Remember the room.
And he had seen that woman before.
Not in person.
On screens.
In training packets that weren’t supposed to leave briefing rooms.
In stories told in quieter tones by men who had deployed enough times to stop bragging about deployments.
He leaned forward, his pulse kicking once, hard.
No, he thought.
No way.
But then Alexis turned her head slightly, and the overhead light caught the scar just behind her left ear, a pale slash half-hidden by hair.
Reyes’s stomach dropped.
He had seen that scar in a grainy photo attached to a profile package about inter-service command candidates.
The briefing had called her Captain Alexis Kaine, U.S.
Navy.
It had also used another phrase, one the instructor had spoken with obvious respect.
Task Group Blackwater actual.
Legend.
Retired Master Chief Owen Mercer stood from his stool in the corner like someone had jerked him upright by a wire.
Mercer had served thirty years, fourteen of them around Naval Special Warfare, and while he had never worked directly under Kaine, he had watched her walk into rooms full of hardened operators and silence them without raising her voice.
He had seen combat footage with her voice in the background, clipped and clear while everything else turned to chaos.
