He Tried to Humiliate Me on the Base, but My Revenge Ruined Him

The Secrets in the Steam

Travis managed to break free, coughing violently as he stumbled away from the wall. He rubbed his throat, his eyes blazing with humiliation and rage. The aura of the untouchable sergeant had been shattered in front of his own men.

"You're finished, Megan!"

he snarled, spitting on the wet tile floor.

"Assaulting a superior officer is a one-way ticket to a military prison. I'll make sure you rot in a cell for the rest of your life!"

Megan didn't run. Instead, she adjusted her towel and stood tall, a cold smirk playing on her lips.

"Go ahead, Sergeant. Call the military police,"

she said, her voice echoing in the damp space.

"But before you do, you might want to explain to the commander why your private vehicle was loaded with three crates of night-vision optics from Warehouse 4 last night."

The silence that followed was heavy. Travis froze, the color draining from his face as his anger morphed into pure terror. The soldiers behind him exchanged panicked glances. They had been helping Travis with his side operations, believing they were safe from detection. Megan had been quietly investigating them for weeks, tracking the missing inventory and documenting the encrypted digital transactions Travis used to sell the gear on the black market.

Realizing his entire life was about to collapse, Travis lunged forward in a desperate attempt to grab her, screaming,

"Give me your phone! I know you have the files!"

But Megan easily sidestepped his clumsy attack. Before another blow could be struck, the heavy metal door of the washroom creaked open. The sharp click of polished boots echoed on the tiles. It was Captain Vance, the base commander, conducting a surprise inspection.

"What is going on in here?"

his booming voice demanded, cutting through the thick steam. The stakes had just reached a deadly peak.