Silas waved his hand dismissively.
"I'm not competent enough to do that," he replied calmly. "Do whatever you want."
The room went silent.
Frank's face darkened with rage. "This is a command," he said sharply.
Silas smiled.
"As a captain," he replied softly, "I'm not going to listen to you." His eyes gleamed with defiance. "Do whatever you want, General Frank."
The silence that followed was heavy, foreboding, and filled with the unmistakable scent of an impending storm.
Hearing those words, Frank let out a low chuckle.
His gaze fixed on Silas, fury simmering in his eyes, sharp enough to cut.
Frank drew in a slow, deliberate breath, smoothing his expression into a calm smile that never quite reached his eyes.
"So you really believe I won't hold you accountable?" His tone carried a quiet threat.
