After the raging anger in his heart finally subsided, Cain let out a long breath and looked at the commander. He remained silent for a few seconds before asking,
"Is there anything else you'd like to say, sir?"
The man's fingers, which had been fiddling with the terminal screen, came to a halt. Cain swallowed, feeling a faint sting from the blood on his torn lip. The wound wasn't deep, and the sharp pain gradually faded with time.
Seconds passed in silence. Cain continued waiting for the commander to speak.
Then it came.
"I heard you acted on your own during yesterday's incident?"
The moment those words left his mouth, the atmosphere in the room grew heavy, an oppressive pressure that seemed to tighten around Cain's neck alone.
Hidden from Cain's view, Senior Oliver's lips stretched into a grin behind his darkened visor. This was the moment he had been waiting for ever since the humiliation he had suffered the day before.
