at the students, then at the teachers, then finally at my mother.
He had a choice.
Back down publicly, or continue the performance he had started.
Men like him rarely choose humility when an audience is watching.
He lifted the microphone again.
“Of course,” he said, forcing a smile. “Everyone here would benefit from seeing proper discipline in action.”
My mother’s eyes narrowed slightly.
It was the only sign she gave.
But I knew her.
That tiny shift meant Lieutenant Carter had just stepped exactly where she wanted him.
She turned toward the dogs.
“Line.”
One word.
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Soft.
Precise.
The entire gym watched as fifty military working dogs moved into formation.
Not chaos.
Not excitement.
Formation.
They split into five rows of ten, spacing themselves evenly across the court. Their handlers stepped behind them but did not touch them. The dogs sat simultaneously, heads forward,
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