Lieutenant Commander Maya “Ghost” Hale stepped into the deep-security checkpoint of the Pentagon at exactly 08:55—five minutes before her classified briefing with Admiral Kensington. She handed over her Ultra Secure access card, confident and composed.
But the scanner flashed red.
Once.
Twice.
By the fifth attempt, the screen let out a long, accusatory tone.
ACCESS DENIED.
Behind her, the line buzzed with irritated whispers. The young security guard, barely past twenty, rested a hand near his holster, staring at Maya with the suspicion reserved for impostors attempting to breach military ground.
“This card is irregular. Ma’am, I need secondary identification.”
“I’m Lieutenant Commander Maya Hale. I have a briefing with Admiral Kensington. Check your system again.”
But they didn’t listen. Didn’t believe.
One guard murmured to another:
“She could be impersonating.”
Maya clenched her jaw and pulled out her phone.
She called Admiral Kensington — her father — the man waiting for her inside.
The phone rang.
Once… twice… then straight to voicemail.
An uneasy silence settled over the checkpoint.
“Ma’am, you need to come with us. Further questioning is required.”
With no choice, Maya was escorted through two steel doors and locked inside a frigid interrogation room with nothing but a metal table and a camera overhead.
Three hours passed.
No water. No explanation.
Only the slow, simmering rise of anger in her chest.
Then the door burst open, a gust of cold air sweeping in along with a commanding voice she knew all too well:
“MAYA? What the hell are you doing in here?!”
Admiral Kensington — stern, imposing, and very much her father — stormed inside, his expression colder than the steel walls.
She shot to her feet. “They detained me! They said my card was blocked!”
He spun toward the guards outside.
“You detained my daughter for THREE HOURS without reporting it?!”
The entire security team paled.
No one dared respond.
Kensington hissed through clenched teeth:
“You illegally detained a Lieutenant Commander, a top-tier AI security architect, AND my direct briefing officer. You’re all suspended — and trust me, the punishment will not be mild.”
Maya exhaled, finally releasing the tension knotted in her chest.
Her father turned back to her, his voice softer.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. But I’m telling the entire cyber-security division about this.”
He grunted, guiding her out of the room.
“Come on. The meeting has waited long enough for Ghost.”
And for the first time in her career, Maya walked into a top-secret briefing room like a legend — the officer who got detained inside the Pentagon by its own guards.
