Damien Cross arrived with his entourage, dressed for the occasion. His military uniform was freshly pressed, the insignia of a colonel on his shoulders and the circular pin of the Internal Affairs Directorate gleaming on his chest. Every detail was calculated to project authority.
The moment he reached the emergency room entrance, Cross lunged forward and swung his open palm at Marcus Bishop's face. Bishop's hand shot up and caught the strike mid-air, fingers clamping around Cross's wrist like a vise. "So you're Colonel Cross," he said, flat and unimpressed.
Cross yanked his hand free with a grunt. "Marcus Bishop, division commander of the 24th Division, Phoenix Sector. You are under suspicion of a***e of authority. I am hereby placing you under suspension pending investigation."
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