The chief security officer stood in front of Ash, his stance firm, arms crossed over his chest. His expression was stern, almost condescending, as he barely glanced at the military ID she had offered before dismissing it with a wave of his hand.
“I’m going to need you to answer some questions,” he said, his tone clipped and official.
Ash raised an eyebrow, her calm demeanor unshaken by his dismissive attitude. She tucked the ID back into her pocket and replied evenly, “Of course.”
The officer’s gaze was fixed on her. “You were the one who fired those shots, weren’t you?” His voice carried a sharp edge, almost accusatory.
“Yes,” Ash said without hesitation, her tone firm and steady as she met his gaze. “Someone attempted to kidnap the little girl, and I acted to prevent them from gettin
